Jane Is Trained To Submit Ch 12

Collared Slave

Over a few days they settled into their relationship. Jane had learnt to think of herself as a slave, or maybe brainwashed herself into the role, long before Elizabeth turned up. Having given up fighting it, Elizabeth learnt to be a mistress, owning a slave, and all that entailed. A natural exuberance carried her along, to fully embrace the relationship.

A parcel arrived for Elizabeth, and with excitement she tore away the packaging.

'I didn't order this! I guess it will have to do,' Elizabeth said to herself.

Instead of a leather slave collar, a plain loop of silvery metal had arrived with the other toys. Something metallic dropped from the packaging. She picked up a shiny label with a chain, obviously designed to attach to the collar.

'Oh! That's just perfect!' she chortled.

A silver label, much like those hanging on a decanter, was etched with the words, "Slut Slave". She rummaged around in the box, and found some more labels, "Bitch Slave", "Fuck Slave", "Sex Slave", "Butt Slave", and "Whore Slave". She was uncertain which one to use. Was her slave a slut slave, or simply a sex slave, she pondered. It looked as though they could be changed, depending on her mood.

'Perfect!' she laughed.

A magnet designed to unlock the collar had dropped from the packaging. She didn't notice it under the desk or even realise the collar needed a special key. Elizabeth was too busy looking through the parcel of toys to notice.

'Slave!' Elizabeth shouted.

Jane came running to her mistress from the kitchen, and stood before her.

'Your mistress, has a present for her slave,' she smiled. 'On your knees, slave.' she ordered. 'Look what your mistress has bought for her slave,' she said, holding up the collar.

'Thank you, mistress, it's wonderful,' Jane gushed.

Jane wondered why her mistress had bought the necklace. It was a simple modern piece of jewellery, and looked expensive. If it was silver it would be very expensive. It was difficult to remember the last time her husband bought her jewellery, or when last she wore even a ring. She bunched up the long hair, to bare her neck.

Margaret informed Jane all her possessions were placed in storage somewhere, after her house was sold. Where they were she had no idea, though as a slave, she didn't own anything, for she was a mere possession. The thought should have ground her down, instead she felt liberated, without responsibilities of any kind to worry her.

Elizabeth wondered if Jane would be pleased that she was playing along with the fantasy. The collar had been bought before she realised how deeply the woman was caught up in the role. It wasn't just a game to her, it was a way of life. Pandering to her whims wasn't good for her slave, but the collar had been bought, so why not use it to make her happy.

Elizabeth couldn't be bothered with the long winded statements found on the internet, when collaring a slave, so she cut to the chase.

'This is your slave collar. You have to swear obedience, and to be a dutiful slave,' Elizabeth directed.

'Your slave, swears to obey her mistress at all times, in all things, and to be a dutiful slave. Slave will learn to please her mistress,' Jane pledged.

A thrill went through her entire body, leaving her shivering. This showed her mistress was taking her seriously, and would look after her, as a mistress should.

Elizabeth slid the round metal bar around slave's neck, and pushed the two ends together. One end slotted into the other, leaving a perfect ring of gleaming metal around her neck.

Jane heard the snap of a catch, feeling it like a door shutting upon an old existence. She was shut in, imprisoned, in the role of slave. The world's troubles were shut out, no longer her concern.

Jane looked up at her mistress, with tears in her eyes. 'Thank you, mistress, for collaring your slave and making slave complete,' she warmly spoke.

'One more thing, your label. Every time you look in a mirror, it will remind you what you are,' she chuckled. 'There, all done, go and look what it says.'

Jane scrabbled to her feet and walked shakily over to a mirror. Cuffing away the tears of joy, she tried to interpret the backward words. The words, "Slut Slave", were engraved on a metal label hanging from the collar. Her slave collar! She had a slave collar! The simple ceremony seemed to complete her whole being.

She ran over to her mistress, and fell to her knees. She looked up at her with love in her eyes. The feelings overflowed into tears.

'Thank you, mistress, your slave promises to be a good slave,' she blubbered, and buried her face in mistresses lap.

Damn! Elizabeth didn't like this crying show. She stroked slaves hair, letting her enjoy the moment in her own way. A warm glow of happiness had Elizabeth smiling, and cooing sweet words to her.

'There, there, slave. Your mistress loves her slave, and will look after her,' she warmly spoke.

The words were spontaneous, said without thought, and they surprised her. 'Did I really say I loved her?' she murmured to herself. She hoped the slave was too caught up in her own little slave world to have noticed.

***

Elizabeth enjoyed her slave bathing her, for it felt like she was an ancient queen, or an Egyptian Pharaoh. Slaves hands gently soaped her all over, playing plenty of attention to her soft, sensitive places. It was glorious having a slave. How could she refuse this delicious attention, especially as it made her slave so happy to serve.

In the bedroom Elizabeth laid back on the bed, letting her slave attend to her sex.

'You've become a skilled pussy licker, slave' Elizabeth teased.

Jane looked up from her pleasurable task, 'Thank you, mistress. Your slave loves pleasuring her mistress,' she said, with a coy smile.

'Stop it now, your mistress has a treat for her slave,' Elizabeth ordered. 'Shut your eyes. Tight, no cheating,' she heavily stated.

Jane wondered what her mistress was up to. Feeling mistress scramble back onto the bed, she was tempted to peek, but her mistress's words must be obeyed. She felt something nudge her sex, rubbing between her lips. She badly wanted to open her eyes to see what her mistress was doing to her.

'Open your eyes, slave,' Elizabeth eventually said.

Kneeling between her legs, her mistress had a new dildo, though it was more than that. She couldn't work it out at first. She watched her mistress pull and push on the fat dildo, rubbing her sex.

'It's a double strap on. Inside me, and soon to be inside you too!' Elizabeth explained to a bemused slave.

'Mistress is going to fuck her slave, and make slave truly hers,' Jane said, with a look of wonder.

Elizabeth guided the long phallus, with both hands, over her slaves slit. She was pleased to see slave was soon wet and ready. She was eager to try the thing out, never having used one before. Careful not to hurt her slave, she guided it in, bulbous head first, then some length.

She stopped suddenly when her slave arched her back and yelped.

'Damn! Am I hurting you?' Elizabeth worriedly asked.

'No! More, please, mistress, more!' Jane cried out.

Elizabeth slowly pushed in. She knew how much to feed her slave, from using the other dildo, though this one seemed longer and fatter. She dare not become carried away, in case she hurt her.

'Fuck your slave hard, mistress! Fuck me hard, make me cum, make me yours!' she begged.

'At least you're enjoying it,' Elizabeth muttered.

Suddenly Jane clenched strong inner muscles around the phallus, and shoved her hips up hard. Elizabeth felt her insides being filled. Her slave was now fucking her! She squatted on top of her slave, as though she were on a bucking bronco, only just holding on.

Elizabeth lost control, no longer taking her slave, rather she was being fucked by her. With head back, eyes rolled up in her head, she began to moan.

'Fuck me hard, fuck your slut hard!' Jane screeched, through clenched teeth.

Knowing each other's bodies pleasures so well, they both cum quickly, and together. Awkwardly, Elizabeth collapsed onto her lover, and they both slid sideways, face to face. They kissed, and caressed each other's sweaty bodies with gentle strokes.

'Thank you, mistress, for a lovely orgasm. My mistress made this contented slave truly hers,' Jane murmured.

'Wow! That was good,' Elizabeth murmured back.

Still out of breath, she could hardly speak. She felt her slave pushing her hips close to hers, with the dildo pressing deeply into her. Damn! The slave wanted more!

'Give me a chance to get my breath back, slave,' Elizabeth chided her.

'Sorry, mistress,' Jane said, revealing she knew what she was doing.

'You're an insatiable slut, what are you?' Elizabeth demanded.

'Your slave is an insatiable slut, mistress,' she quivered a reply.

'Keep still, slave,' she warned.

'Sorry, mistress, slave can't help it. Thank you for all the orgasms, mistress,' she said, hoping to placate her.

'Undo the straps, you're not getting any more until later, slave,' she ordered.

Reaching behind her mistress, Jane fiddled with the straps, using the excuse to push against her naked body.

'Ooo! That feels so deep! Hold still a moment. How many orgasms did you have?' she asked.

'A few mistress. It's difficult to say, as they all rolled into one, from the moment mistress entered slave,' she said.

'Ease away from me, don't pull too hard, slave,' she advised. 'Wow, that was really something,' she murmured.

Elizabeth grabbed hold of the dildo, still deeply imbedded in her slave's vagina, and pulled.

'Relax, let it go, slave,' she said. 'Your muscles are strong, slave,' she commented.

'May slave kiss mistresses pussy, mistress?' the slave asked.

'You need a lesson in obedience, and self control, slave. Slave can kiss my ass,' she drolly stated.

'Thank you, mistress,' Jane humbly replied.

Elizabeth hadn't meant it, and was surprised when the woman readily agreed. With limbs outstretched, she let her slave kiss the middle of her back, making her way down to the cleft above her cheeks. Jane began to lick between her mistresses cheeks, then spread them with both hands. At first she was reticent.

Elizabeth was just being flippant. She hadn't expected her slave to obey the order, but she was, and it was too delicious to stop her. The delicate flicking of a tongue around her little puckered hole was deliciously decadent.

As a respectable widow, kissing a girls asshole should have been inconceivable. That past life, with all its inhibitions and moral rules, was just a distant memory. She was now a slut slave, ready to obey her mistresses every whim. She planted a light kiss on the little puckered hole. It tasted of salty sweat, nothing more. She kissed it hard, licked it, then delved in with her tongue.

Letting go both cheeks, her face was buried between them. She caressed her mistresses ass, massaging the cheeks, and wherever she could reach, with both hands.

'Play with me, slave,' Elizabeth lightly whispered.

With fingertip butterfly caresses, her slave brushed her thighs, eventually reaching her pussy. By then Elizabeth was well away, on a breeze of sensual arousal wafting through her entire being. Slave was pleased to hear the familiar purrs of satisfaction, feeling contented to be a useful slave.

***

A few days passed with Mistress often making use of the double-ended dildo. Jane was pleased to find that a mistress could last longer, and carry on far longer, than any master. At every opportunity she would pose in front of mistress, attempting to entice her into bed. She felt like a little puppy, needing to play all the time.

Elizabeth was feeling the effects of cabin fever. It was good having an attentive slave, but the woman was all over her. She couldn't escape. It felt as though the slave was silently creeping up on her, to suddenly appear, wanting attention.

'We are going out, slave,' Elizabeth announced.

They needed supplies anyway, and that was quickly seen to. In a mall they passed a hair and beauty salon. Elizabeth stopped, when an idea struck her. On the spur of the moment, she decided to give the woman a makeover.

'Come on slave. Hold on, this had better come off,' Elizabeth said.

So used to it, they had both forgotten about the slave collar. It was no wonder Jane received funny looks. She was flaunting a label declaring she was a slut slave. Elizabeth tried to pull the two ends apart, but they fitted into each other too well. A strong tug wouldn't budge it. Not wanting to hang around, she just unclipped the tag.

'You've been walking around wearing this, slave,' she giggled.

Jane looked at the shiny label that had been dangling from her slave collar. It read, "Slut Slave".

'No wonder people were staring at you,' Elizabeth giggled.

She was highly amused, whereas her slave, looked shaken. Apart from that sordid declaration, she looked boring and ordinary, like so many other housewives. This alone was enough for Elizabeth to give her a makeover.

Jane was mortified over the thought of people seeing that crude label, dangling from her collar. The collar was an elegant piece of jewellery, but if acquaintances had seen the label they would have been shocked. The way her mistress looked, everyone would guess who the dominant one was.

Neighbours would have a great time, gossiping over her new status. No longer a mature, responsible woman, with standing in the community, and a reputation for fighting for the high moral ground. She was now a young girls slave, and less than that, she was a slut. She was an immoral woman, who would submit to anything, seeking gratification from carnal pleasures.

Stripped of her social standing, her possessions, and her moral strength, she was nothing. She was merely this girls pathetic plaything, to be used, and once bored with, sold on to someone else. To keep herself safe from punishment, and to keep her mistress happy, she had learnt to become absolutely obedient. This only made her more vulnerable to a dominant, male or female. Passing over all responsibly to others for an easy life, compounded the mistake. She had inadvertently moulded herself into an empty headed slave, ready for anything an owner commanded.

Jane tried to shake off the fear and self-loathing. The unsettled thoughts were unfair, for her mistress was looking after her, and treating her well. Thinking of all the sexual pleasure received over the last few days, helped settle her mind. She faced the fact that she was a slut, and enjoyed being a slut.

They were the only customers, so the beautician was all over them, ready to please.

'A makeover for Jane. No, I'm not sure what,' Elizabeth said.

'With such magnificent long hair, she would look devastating as a blond bombshell!' Clarissa enthused.

'What's that?'

'It's all the rage at the moment, a real must do,' Clarissa encouraged.

'OK, we'll go for that,' Elizabeth agreed.

Clarissa summed them as being gay as soon as they walked in, and obviously Jane was the girly one. As long as they paid, she didn't care what they got up to at home. Elizabeth didn't seem to care about money, saying her father had given her an extra allowance while he was away. Clarissa determined to help herself to as much of it as possible.

Elizabeth sat reading a magazine, feeling bored with waiting. Her slave had become morose for some reason, and she was determined to bring her out of the prissy mood. When she was young, having money spent on her worked for her father. It was worth a try now.

Eventually Jane was presented to her like a prize exhibit. The new woman didn't exactly make an entrance with trumpets blaring, but her body language expected applause.

'What do you think, Lizzie?' Clarissa asked.

Elizabeth would have told the stupid girl that only friends called her that, but she was too much in awe of her slave.

The long blonde hair was pulled up into cute bouncy bunches, flopping down each side of her face, and tied with pink ribbons. A fringe joined what looked like two floppy ears, with the rest swept back down her back. Long florescent pink fingernails matched the bows in her hair. Glossy lipstick accentuated rose bud lips, with a blush on both cheeks, and the makeup toned to match the ribbons. Her face was made up to look much younger than her thirty odd years.

It was certainly a transformation, though Elizabeth was unsure if she liked it. Elizabeth giggled at the look on her slaves face. Neither of them liked wearing much makeup, but it had to be admitted, it was certainly different. At least she was smiling once more.

'Now you, Lizzie,' Clarissa said, beckoning her to a chair.

'I don't think so,' Elizabeth said, appalled at the idea of it.

'You'll look like sisters, when I've finished with the styling,' Clarissa said, trying to talk them into it.

'Please, mistress, it'll be fun!' Jane enthused. 'We can be sisters for the rest of the day,' she pleaded.

The stylist looked startled by the word mistress. At least that stopped the inane chatter. Sisters? Being scissor sisters had her thinking. It might be fun. They could wash it all off once home.

Elizabeth fidgeted all the way through the process. Her hair was dyed blonde, with matching hair extensions flowing down her back. It felt heavy when she swayed them around. Like her slave she had long pink fingernails stuck over bitten nails. The makeup was rather good. She looked a little older than twenty-one, so maybe they could be sisters, nearer the same age.

She knew what kind of sisters her slave wanted them to be, scissor sisters. Well, she wasn't going to be disappointed for long, as they were going home as quickly as possible. There was no way she wanted to be seen looking like a dumb blond.

She had become used to men around her while out in the desert, and wasn't adverse to live, hot cock, occasionally. There hadn't been much chance in Egypt, where she had to be respectable, and behave herself. It had been better to act like one of the guys in the evenings in camp, with Europeans. During the day, in front of locals, she had to carefully cover up.

'You need some clothes to complete the transformation. I'll take you through to the boutique. I'll give you a special discount,' Clarissa whispered, as though sharing a secret.

The woman was useless compared to a local market vendor in Egypt. The men there spoke several languages, and new every trick in the book to part you from your money.

'Oh, please mistress, just try it!' Jane begged.

Being worn down by the two of them, she relented. Looking at themselves in a full length mirror, Jane grinned, and Elizabeth grimaced. Elizabeth wanted to get home and rip the clothes off, but her slave was happy, and so was the saleswoman, for obvious reasons. She seemed to have flashing cash symbols in her eyes.

Everything Jane wore, including the underwear, was pink. At least Elizabeth wore pastel blue, but the overall look was still pitiable. They both wore short flared skirts with skimpy halter neck tops, hardly covering much. Elizabeth kept trying to pull the hem down, feeling self-conscious over the tiny thong cleaving her cheeks.

Jane didn't seem worried at all, even though she wore the same skimpy panties. The quarter cup bra was uncomfortable, as it dug in under her breasts. Jane had the same bra, only her larger breasts were held in an exaggerated deep cleavage. It would be cold outside of the mall, so her nipples would project like bullets before they reached the car.

Elizabeth regretted pleasing her slave before they even left the store. She sighed heavily, knowing it was her own impulsive nature that had gotten her into this mess.

Clarissa was happy to have offloaded the last of the outfits, at last. The knock down price was at cost, but that was bearable, just to get rid of the tacky clothes.