Jane is Trained to Submit Ch. 11

'How does a mistress punish you, slave?' she asked, with the idea of finding out how she could be controlled. It might be a clue as to how the woman became so submissive.

'Your slave is spanked, mistress,' Jane grudgingly said.

'Show me how,' she quietly stated.

Jane didn't like this at all. Reluctantly, she pulled up the dress, dropped her panties, and lay over the girls lap. Reminding herself that her mistress wasn't a girl, she was a young woman, didn't make it any easier. When a master spanked her, she would become excited from the humiliation, but not now, so she hoped.

Elizabeth looked at the woman's upturned bottom, and couldn't help stroking it.

'If you tell me an untruth, I'll spank my slave. How many owners have you had?' she demanded.

'Six before you, mistress,' Jane quickly said.

'Did they all buy you as a slave?' she asked.

'Sort of mistress.' A slap had her explaining. 'One owner sold your slave in an auction, another in a store, and slave was won in a card game. Two didn't buy me, they mastered slave by taking me. Your father bought me in an auction, mistress,' she recounted.

It was easier to absorb this dire story, when she couldn't see the woman's face. From reading about slaves on a web site, she thought of another question.

'What kind of slave are you?' she asked.

Not wanting to receive another slap, she blurted out, 'Your slave is a sex slave, mistress.'

Elizabeth wasn't surprised. Being so passive, and passed around from man to man, of course she was. Even if she hadn't meant to be, it was bound to turn out like that.

Not wanting to ask, nevertheless she was compelled to. 'What do you do for a master?'

'Your slave is obedient and must carry out all orders with the best of slaves' ability, mistress,' she said, hoping to shock the young woman, and stop this questioning.

With renewed interest Elizabeth asked. 'Have you been owned by a mistress, slave?'

'Yes, Mistress.' A slap on her bare bottom brought a hasty explanation, 'My first owner was a mistress, who auctioned this slave. Another mistress, sold slave in a store, Mistress.'

Something about being auctioned didn't add up, though it might be possible. There was plenty of time to sort out who bought her and when.

'Were you a sex slave to the two mistresses?' she asked.

'Yes, mistress,' Jane said.

Before she could be slapped again, she continued, 'My first mistress used me with potential customers, mistress. We teased the men, and sometimes mistress let me have sex with them,' she said.

Those naughty times brought back pleasant memories. Being a slave was a lot simpler with Margaret.

'You said, let you. Did you want to sleep with those men?' Elizabeth asked

It was embarrassing that her mistress had picked up on that little phrase.

'Yes, mistress. The teasing was embarrassing, and sometimes worse. When slave is humiliated, slave becomes carried away. That's how a man masters this slave, through humiliation and taking this slave. When slave is out of control from humiliation, a man can do anything he likes with slave, mistress.'

'So that's your secret! I asked you earlier if you were addicted to something, and you avoided the answer. Naughty slave,' Elizabeth said.

Putting on an angry voice, she slapped the woman's cheeks.

'Sorry, mistress, your slave didn't mean to, honest,' Jane diffidently spoke.

'Did you get paid for sleeping with customers?' she asked.

When Jane didn't answer she slapped a cheek, then the other.

Remembering she received a bonus meant it was true. The terrible truth was difficult to admit. With her Margaret it had been so subtle it was easy to push the fact aside.

'Yes, mistress,' Jane wailed.

'So you were a whore slave,' she said.

'Yes, mistress, slave was a dirty whore, gladly having sex with customers,' Jane sobbed.

Elizabeth handed her a tissue, and stroked her bare bottom. 'Don't cry, slave. I promise to look after you, you will be safe here,' she soothingly spoke.

'Thank you, mistress,' Jane replied.

'Are you going to behave yourself, like a good obedient slave from now on?' Elizabeth demanded.

'Yes, mistress, honest, Mistress,' Jane quickly blurted out.

'Good girl, slave,' Elizabeth laughed. 'It's funny. At your age you should have been in charge here. If I was playing loud music, or misbehaving in some way, you would have told me off. Instead, your spread over my knee, being spanked like a naughty little girl. It's brilliant!' she said, and slapped her bare ass again.

Jane whimpered, not from the slap, but from the indignity of the position she was in.

'Don't clamp your thighs together, open up! Why are you excited?' Elizabeth asked.

Hoping not to be found out, Jane flinched on being discovered.

'Tell me!' Elizabeth insisted.

'Humiliation gets your slave excited, mistress. Sorry, mistress, your slave can't help it. Please don't hurt your slave, Mistress,' Jane pleaded.

'Of course not slave. As long as you answer me honestly. So, what do you do now, without a man?' Elizabeth asked.

Jane didn't want to expose the sordid truth, but she had no choice. 'Your slave will play with a vibrator, mistress,' she quietly spoke.

'Doesn't sound like much fun, not compared with the real thing,' she commented, sounding knowledgeable.

'Come slave, I want to see this magical device,' she ordered.

In the spare room Jane reluctantly uncovered the vibrator, hidden among frilly and flirty underwear.

'This looks familiar, where did you get it?' Elizabeth asked.

'Your slave found it while tidying mistresses room,' Jane sighed, thinking she might be punished for stealing it.

'Oh! Come to my room, I've got something much better than that old thing. Toys have come a long way since I left home. Come along, slave, don't dawdle,' she giggled.

It was so amusing how the woman spoke and behaved. She looked like a naughty girl caught masturbating by her parents. She couldn't help teasing the woman, and rubbing in that she was a slave. The embarrassment clearly showed on her face, and the humiliation was having an effect. Her breathing was ragged, and her whole body was on fire.

'Get undressed, slave,' Elizabeth ordered.

Every time she used the derogatory title, it gave her a thrill. To be using it on this mature woman was fun. She didn't realise the word, slave, was having an effect on Jane, as much as it did on her when called mistress. It was empowering Elizabeth more each time the two words were used.

'Lay on the bed and close your eyes, slave, ' she ordered.

Retrieving something from a battered backpack, she knelt on the bed next to her slave.

'Think of a sexed up master, randy and rampant. He's going to take his slave, and there's nothing you can do to stop him. You're nothing but an obedient sex slave, and must submit to him,' Elizabeth whispered in her slaves' ear.

'Yes, master,' Jane whispered back. She was thinking of Mark.

She was already hyped up, and the fantasy was ramping up her sexual arousal to an exhilarating level.

Elizabeth pressed the head of a dildo between her slaves' lips. It was a soft silicone model, rather than the old plastic vibrator Jane had found. She admired the slaves smooth soft skin, glowing from arousal. She soothed a palm back and forth over both breasts, catching a nipple between fingers.

'Master! I need filling, please!' Jane moaned. If she was stoked up any further, she would burst into flames.

'Your master is going to fuck you hard, slave,' Elizabeth whispered.

She ran the head of the dildo between the engorged lips, teasing relentlessly upon an emerging clit.

'Oh! Yes! Please master, your slave needs to feel her master deep in her cunt, please!' Jane screeched.

Elizabeth was amazed how carried away her slave had become. The bad language was surprising, coming from such a quiet woman. It was fascinating watching her begging to be fucked. When the slave explained she needed looking after, because she became uncontrollable it was hard to believe. It was eminently believable with the evidence right here on the bed. The woman was writhing, as though in pain.

With a little pressure, Elizabeth guided the flexible phallus with both hands, into slaves vagina. Just the bulbous head pierced her sex, and Jane thrust up her hips to engulf it. Elizabeth pulled upward, preventing her slave from having it all.

'Naughty slave. Wait until your master is ready,' she admonished the woman.

'Please master, take me, make me yours, fuck me hard, please,' Jane begged.

So used to letting loose all her inhibitions, there was no longer anything to hold her back from demanding what she needed.

Elizabeth began drilling into the woman. The noises of satisfaction were turning her on, though not as much as her slave. Finding slaves rhythm brought on heavier breathing, and gasps of pleasure when the dildo brushed her clit on its way in. She leant forward in an awkward position to suck on a nipple. The gyrations of slaves hips, and heartfelt words, were rewarding.

Elizabeth kissed her slave's face, ears, neck, and anywhere she could reach, while pumping the dildo. She had to swap hands to avoid cramp. Eventually her slave began to orgasm. Elizabeth pushed in all the way and held it deeply imbedded in her slave.

'Keep still! I'm cumin! Oh! Yes!' Jane cried out.

It was amusing watching such a spectacular show. The woman held nothing back. She lost all inhibitions while being fucked. The submissiveness was drowned by a desperate need, leaving her demanding satisfaction.

'Relax, let it go,' Elizabeth lightly laughed.

She had to use both hands to pull the dildo free, as the slave had such a strong grip on it.

Flopping down beside her sated slave, she pulled her into a tight cuddle. The woman was out of it, still enjoying the afterglow of a deep orgasm. Guiding her head to a breast, she was pleased to see the woman suck a nipple. They were sensitive from excitement, though it didn't seem there was much chance of satisfaction this evening.

She'd learnt that slaves ears were sensitive to whispers and biting. Her breasts were sensitive, and she wondered what else would being her to such a state of abandon. The slave had several masters and mistresses to satisfy, which led her to wonder if there was anything that didn't turn the slave on. She had admitted to being horny from humiliation. Would she have to humiliate slave to get what she wanted? Elizabeth stroked the long blond hair and gently kissed slave's forehead. She was feeling tired from jet lag, and soon her eyes began to flutter toward sleep.

***

'Where you going, slave?' Elizabeth murmured.

'To get a drink, mistress. Would mistress, like something?' Jane asked.

Elizabeth almost told her what she wanted, but figured it would be better to take it slowly. 'Some juice, anything will do,' she said, with a smile.

Studying the woman's naked body retreat from the room, she sighed with pleasure. This was unexpected. A short stay with her father, then a visit with friends to catch up with them, had been planned. Instead, she had a beautiful, obedient woman to play with. This looked like being a wonderful few days.

'Thank you, slave. Hop in here and keep me warm, slave,' she said, while patting the cooling sheets.

It was the middle of the night, and the heating was off. Typical of her father to economise. They were both naked and cold. Wrapping their arms around each other, Elizabeth pulled her tight.

Jane felt uncomfortable from feeling a woman's breasts squashed against hers, but the warmth was welcome. She had wanted to slip back to her own room before mistress awoke, not wanting to face her in this bed in the morning. After such a lewd performance, she thought she might be punished. Now she knew her mistress accepted it. Was it kindness that made her mistress give her release from those powerful urges?

'You warm now, slave?' she asked.

'Yes, mistress, thank you mistress,' Jane answered.

'What do you do after a mistress gives you an orgasm?' she asked.

'Your slave doesn't know mistress. A mistress has never given slave an orgasm, mistress,' Jane hesitantly spoke.

'Surprising! When a master gives slave a climax, what do you do?' she continued.

Taking the question as a prompt, Jane dutifully said, 'Thank you for the wonderful orgasm, mistress. Your slave cum deeply, mistress.'

It felt strange to be thanking this young woman for an orgasm, as much as it was wrong to have performed so lewdly in front of her.

'Not what I meant, but your mistress is pleased slave enjoyed it. It was obvious anyway,' she laughed.

'What do you do to show your master gratitude for an orgasm,' she persisted.

It dawned on her what she was getting at. This curiosity about her sexual habits was discomforting. At least she wasn't asking about the men Margaret gave her to. Before mistress delved too deeply into her murky past, she decided to answer. Besides, she had been told to be truthful, or suffer the consequences.

'Slave settles between a master's legs, to suck master's cock, mistress,' Jane quickly spoke, with an uncomfortable fidget. With a cheek laying on mistresses chest, she could hear deep breathing, and her heart was thumping. Fortunately mistress couldn't see her burning red face.

'You can do the same for your mistress. I deserve a reward for giving you such a wonderful orgasm, slave,' she said.

Jane was confused. Her mistress didn't have a penis. Did she have the dildo perched between her legs as a game? Maybe she had inserted it, expecting slave to masturbate her.

'Go on, move, slave,' she insisted.

With slave between her legs, she spread them wide. Pulling up the sheet she looked at her. 'Well? What is slave waiting for?' she asked.

'What should slave do, mistress?'

'Suck your mistresses pussy. Of course you know how! Think how a man has sucked you, and how you would rather he do it. Do that to your mistress. Call it on the job learning. You can keep at it until your mistress is finished with you,' Elizabeth firmly ordered.

Jane hadn't guessed her mistress was a lesbian! This was all new to her. Female parts weren't something she had ever seen up close before. She kissed her mistresses thighs, then built up courage to peck with tightly puckered mouth, at mistresses' lips. With mouth tightly shut, she pressed it against the labia. She would have to do more, or be punished.

Taking mistresses' advice, she pretended it was her sex being kissed. She would want a man to lick and suck her, like Mark had done. Bowing to the inevitable she opened her mouth and sucked her mistresses lips into her mouth. Her tongue pressed again the clitoris, and flicked over it.

Concentrating hard on the job, she didn't notice her mistress watching her. Elizabeth was enthralled. Seducing an older woman had never occurred to her, for she was happy with friends her own age. The plan had been to visit college friends, for possible relief from abstinence while on the dig. This changed everything.

Having this mature woman satisfy her, who was almost old enough to be a friends' mother, was strangely impelling. All she had to do was click her fingers, for her slave to play with her. The slave was learning all the while, and was beginning to find her hot spots. That was good!

When her mistress pushed up her hips, and moaned, Jane realised she had found what turned her on. Rubbing her teeth over the clit, while tonguing her, was driving her toward an orgasm. At least she hoped so, as her tongue felt like a piece of wood. She was surprised how dry the girl was, as by this time she would have been juicing like a tap.

Elizabeth's hips shook, and her heels jigged on the bed, drumming a fast beat. Her thighs clamped around her slave's ears, and she began to softly whimper. During a first time with a lover she never usually let go so completely. Grabbing her slaves hair she guided her up the bed into her arms. She crushed the woman's head against her breasts.

She couldn't speak, from breathing heavily, and fatigue. For such a good orgasm, she would have thanked a partner with kisses, and at least some comforting words. After travelling so far over the past two days, like a man, she fell asleep.

Jane pulled herself away from the girl, on hearing her snore. She took a long look at the naked body. It was younger and harder than her own. Well tanned and toned. Hard work had toughened the muscles, though not in the same places, or shape, as a man would have developed. The girl was twenty-one, yet asleep, in repose, she seemed younger. She was quick thinking and impetuous with decision making. Maybe not the safest mistress to be looking after her.

Jane liked her. Though liking a woman physically had never occurred to her, she now understood why college friends had experimented. It was different. However much a man said he loves you, a woman understands you more deeply. Maybe she was putting too much into what was probably just a sexual outlet. Perhaps her mistress was trying to master her with the dildo, as she had told her a master would.

She carefully put her arms around her mistress, without waking her, and cuddled her. Hearing little breathy sighs, and half words, made her smile. She should have felt disgraced, from being made to suck a young woman's sex. Instead she felt a warmth, and satisfaction from having served her mistress.

'Your slave is here to serve you, mistress. Relax and sleep well, mistress,' Jane whispered, and softly kissed her lips.

Next morning they both lay back talking about men. Jane was relieved to know that her mistress liked men.

'What are you thinking?' Elizabeth asked.

Having become used to telling the truth, she did so, 'Mark, mistress. He used me as a sex object on the end of his cock,' she said, and became embarrassed over the naughty admission.

'Poor thing. Oh! You enjoyed it! Naughty slave! I might have to spank you for such dirty thoughts!' she laughed.

'Yes, mistress,' she smirked.

'You are such a dirty slut! Don't tell me you couldn't help it, I won't believe you,' she crossly said.

Realising her mistress was jealous, brought a feeling of warmth toward her. She leaned over and kissed her lips.

'Now you're trying to get round your mistress. If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to avoid a spanking. Knowing you're such a dirty little slut, I know you want me to spank you. Don't you, slave,' Elizabeth teased.

'Sorry, mistress. Your slave doesn't want a spanking, honest,' she protested.

Elizabeth turned her over, and playfully slapped her bare ass.

'There you are. As I thought, the dirty little bitch is getting wet!' Elizabeth declared, and rubbed two fingers over her slit to prove the point.

'Sorry mistress,' Jane giggled.

Elizabeth jumped up, and clambered back on the bed with a mirror.

'You've never examined your bits have you,' Elizabeth seriously remarked.

'I've never thought to, mistress,' she said, with surprise.

Feeling embarrassed she spread her legs, while mistress steadied the mirror against a pillow.

'There you are, compare it to mine. Your lips are larger than mine,' she pointed out.

Jane mumbled something, not wanting to look, though mistresses enthusiasm carried her along with the strange reflection of both their sexual parts. Hers was opening, flowering large and fleshy. Her mistress just had a slit of light brown flesh, with a strip of tight brown curls pointing toward it. Then she noticed her puckered brown hole was slightly open. She guessed it was from using the vibrator.

'Is mine normal? I mean, is it alright?' Jane asked.

'Of course its normal. It's lovely! They come in all shapes and sizes you know,' Elizabeth assured her.

'Play with mine, and watch how it puffs up,' Elizabeth ordered, while holding the mirror.