Jane is Trained to Submit Ch. 11

Jane carefully reached for her mistresses sex. It looked as though someone else's hand was between her mistresses thighs. It was even weirder watching her hand playing between the lips, watching the clit emerge.

'Your lips still aren't as big as mine,' Jane worriedly spoke.

'It just means you shouldn't wear tight shorts,' Elizabeth said, and gasped as a fingernail scraped her nub. 'Keep going, slave,' she said, while sucking in a deep breath of air.

'Stop! I've got a better idea,' Elizabeth sighed out the words on a rush of breath.

The build up to an orgasm was so delicious, she didn't want to stop, but she had a better idea.

'Come on slave, we'll shower,' she ordered.

Together they soaped each other's wet, glistening bodies. 'You have a lovely figure. All this long blond hair, but no pubic hair,' she smiled.

She continued soaping her body with two hands at her slaves crotch, front and back.

'You like that? My turn,' she said.

Her slave obeyed with both hands. Fingers explored between cheeks and lips, cupping her crotch in a palm, then exploring some more. Slave was learning to pleasure her, and accept a woman's pleasure in return. Very soon the woman would be a skilful pleasure slave. Tonight she would take a bath, with her slave in attendance. She would lie back imagining she was the Queen Nefertiti, attended by her favourite body slave.

Again she decided to call a stop to the wonderful stimulating fingers. Her slave had learnt so much so quickly! Back in the bedroom Elizabeth enthusiastically bounced onto the bed.

'Come on, slave, this way round,' she said.

Elizabeth had her lay on her back with a pillow under her hips. She nestled her pussy over the woman's face, and rubbed it over her nose. She wrapped both arms around slave's thighs and separated them. With gusto she licked between slave's lips.

'Do as your mistress, does, slave,' Elizabeth ordered.

Like a mirror image, they ran tongues, fingers, and finger nails, over each other's sex. A finger was pressed into slave's asshole, so she did the same to her mistress, hoping it was permitted. It didn't take long for them both to screech that an orgasm was on its way. Trying to continue licking, and sucking, they nevertheless lay still, to enjoy the flow of emotion, with tingling sensations meandering through them.

Jane wondered what was happening to her. It seemed she was going to have more orgasms than when she was with Mark! A woman could carry on long after a man had given in. Her mistress didn't need reviving, she became excited, and simply decided to take her slave. Jane was awash with the effect of an afterglow. As her mistress was doing, she wound her arms around the naked body next to her. It had given her such pleasure, she wanted to love it and make love to it, even if it was a woman's body.

A light kiss between the thighs, turned to a lingering smooch. That she had made this move without being ordered, should have warned her what was happening. She was falling for her mistress. A slave falls in love with her master, or mistress, as a submissive needing to be wanted, and looked after. She knew this, had experienced it, but couldn't help what was happening to her.

Elizabeth was about to tell her slave to stop. The caresses were gentle, like butterfly wings tickling her thighs and lips. She relaxed her body, letting it happen. She pulled at the slave's legs, to reach of her lips. As her slave was doing, she teased the wet pussy, then buried her face in the heady perfume. It was a mixture of scent and musk.

They licked, caressed, bit, scratched, prodded, and fingered, for an age, then some more. An orgasm soaked them like a bubbling brook, quiet and constant. Little shudders of pleasure wended their way through tummy's pressed tightly together. Their bodies shook in unison, as though sharing the same nervous system.

After a cuddle they parted, sweaty and happy.

'Thank you for the orgasms, mistress,' Jane gratefully smiled.

Elizabeth laughed at her slave's contented expression. 'You did well, slave,' she teased.

'Another a shower, breakfast, then shopping for some real food. I'm craving a pizza,' she said.

'Yes, mistress,' Jane dutifully said.

This time they showered separately, otherwise they might not eat, or go out.

'So what's special about this store?' Elizabeth asked, as they pulled into the parking lot.

'I was sold here to a master.' Jane said. Not exactly a lie, yet not the whole truth.

'In this store?' she asked, with a look of incredulity.

'Yes, mistress. One of the managers occasionally sells slaves. I was brought back to be checked out, by a manageress,' she said.

Jane was feeling the emotions of that experience. To actually have been sold in a store like one of the items on a shelf, to be just an object for sale, was exciting. She was about to say it was just a game, instead she continued the fantasy.

'It was humiliating to be just an object for sale to anyone who cared to buy me, mistress,' she quietly spoke.

'I can see you enjoyed it, naughty slave,' Elizabeth commented.

Jane kept quiet, wondering if that woman would be there. Half hoping she would, and yet afraid of facing her, they walked in pushing a trolley.

Jane quickly turned her head away from the information counter, on seeing the woman who joined in a game, last time she was there. Elizabeth caught the movement, and watched a woman staring at her slave.

'I'm not sure about this special offer, let's go and ask,' Elizabeth said.

Her slave was preoccupied and didn't really hear, she just murmured agreement. The closer they got to the enquiry desk, the more nervous Jane looked. Elizabeth kept a straight face, determined to tease the woman, and her slave.

Glancing at the name tag, she said, 'Hi, Gloria, how are you today? OK. I was given this slave as a present, and was wondering about your returns policy.'

Gloria retrieved a catalogue from under the counter, pretending it contained relevant information. 'I'll have to look up this model to see if it's still under warrantee,' she said, speaking with authority.

Elizabeth was impressed with the smooth response. She hadn't been sure if Jane had been recounting a fantasy or not. The woman winked at her, with a slight nod at Jane. Maybe a previous master had arranged a game with Gloria, to excite his slave. Whatever had happened, this woman was up for it, and Elizabeth was going to enjoy teasing her slave.

'You're entitled to a six month service on this model. Would you like me to give the slave an inspection. I could then give you an evaluation of its resale value. If you agree to the figure, the store will buy it back,' Gloria professionally stated, as though they were talking about any old item.

'What do you do with a slave when you take them back?' Elizabeth asked, sounding curious.

'Until the checks are carried out, I can't say whether we can take it back. If we do, it depends on its condition. If it's in good order, with no signs of wear, we put it back on the shelf for sale at a discount. If we can't do that we sell them on. A contractor buys up all our surplus models. He runs a brothel outside of town. Gets through a lot of slaves, as they are well used at his place,' Gloria explained.

Both women looked at the slave, with smirks on their faces. Jane had her head down, hiding her face in long blond hair. The way she was squirming, they could tell she was horny.

'Do you want to carry on shopping, while I examine it for damage?' Gloria asked.

'Could I watch?' Elizabeth asked.

'Of course, no problem. It won't take long.'

In Gloria's office they sat while Jane stood waiting.

'As the owner you need to sign this consent form. Good. I'll run through the usual checks, just to make sure it's in full working order,' the woman said.

Elizabeth was impressed with the woman's handling of the game. She was making it up as she went along, yet seeming to be going through a usual routine. Jane was absorbed in the deception, treating it as real. The consent form was just a delivery check list, but the slave didn't know this, and wouldn't want to know either.

'Get undressed, slave,' Gloria ordered.

Jane looked at her mistress, with a worried look on her face.

'It's no good looking at your mistress, she's signed you over to me. I'm in charge of you now, slave,' Gloria heavily stated.

'The consent form gives me complete control of the slave, so that I can test its suitability for resale. Should have explained that. Do you want me to carry on?' Gloria asked.

'Sure, no problem. Whatever you need to do. I'm keen to know what its value is. I need funds for an archaeology expedition I want to join,' Elizabeth said.

Jane was naked, feeling vulnerable, especially on hearing her mistress needed money. Would mistress be tempted to sell her if the right price was offered? Her mistress was reckless and might just do it without thinking it through properly. The consequences for her as a slave could be dire. What if she was sold into a brothel?

The awful prospect made her feel sick, yet the familiar feeling of arousal was also there.

'It's a slave slut model. They get aroused at the slightest provocation. It's nipples are really big and puffy already. Owners like a more controllable model these days. These can be a bit of a handful, as this one certainly is,' Gloria laughed, while weighing Jane's breasts.

'Bend over the desk, slave,' she ordered.

The bottom draw of the desk was pulled open, and the woman pulled out a dildo. It wasn't as big as the one Elizabeth used, but it was worrying. She hadn't thought the woman would go this far. Looking at her slave, she saw it was enjoying the humiliation immensely. At least it looked that way, as she was so stoked up. Even if she didn't want this, there was no way she could refuse.

'Look how wet and ready it is,' Gloria commented.

Jane was mortified over how she was being treated, and referred to as "it". Being checked out in a store to gauge her suitability for sale, was a dreadful disgrace. In her mind, she could be placed naked on the shelves for anyone to examine and purchase, like nothing more than some inconsequential home appliance. If found to be inadequate, she would end up in a brothel.

Jane was in a deep fantasy, far from reality. Her mind was buzzing with emotions, and above all, delirious pleasure.

'No need to check it out further, just give me a value,' Elizabeth said.

'I can see it is excited, and out of control. A private sale would give you the best price, though that might be difficult. If you want to sell it to a whorehouse, I will make the arrangements,' Gloria said, and winked at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth looked her slave over, seeing the woman hadn't the will to object. If they had been serious, she would have tamely gone along with the sale. By this evening she could be working in a whorehouse, serving strangers all night. The slave wouldn't be able to refuse anything, however depraved the acts men demanded she perform.

Elizabeth shuddered. It was no wonder the woman had to be looked after.

'I'll take her back and think about it,' Elizabeth said.

'Get dressed slave,' Gloria ordered. 'If you change your mind, just bring it back and I'll arrange for it to be sold,' she added.

'Thanks, I appreciate your time,' Elizabeth said.

The woman wrapped a label around Jane's wrist, with a barcode clearly printed on it.

'We just need to check it out at the till, and you can be on your way,' Gloria said.

Elizabeth was impressed by the woman's attention. She certainly knew how to play a game, and make it real for her slave. She almost believed it was plausible.

Jane followed the two women through the store, believing more than ever that she was nothing more than a purchased object. She kept her head down, unable to meet anyone's eye. The shoppers would recognise her lowly status, and look at her with disdain. She wallowed in the feeling of being an abject thing, to be bought and sold at a masters whim.

She watched the woman scan her wrist, and heard the familiar sound of merchandise being rung up on a till. That it was her barcode being checked out, confirmed what she had become, nothing more than an object being sold in a store.

She followed her owner to the car and climbed in. Both were deep in thought.

With a small ingratiating voice, Jane said, 'Thank you for buying this slave, mistress. Your slave is grateful mistress. Being sold to a brothel would have been. . .' Jane didn't know what to say. Her mistress could still sell her, if dissatisfied with her. 'Your slave will be an obedient and dutiful slave, mistress,' she promised.

Elizabeth looked at the woman, with pity in her eyes. Jane was looking down at her lap, still looking hyped up. Being humiliated into a sexual state, was like a drug to her. When Jane had said she was sold in a store, she hadn't believed her. Now she knew it had just been a game, though in Jane's head it seemed real.

The woman was ill, like an alcoholic, or drug addict. Jane lived in her own world, far more than Elizabeth had imagined. What was she going to do with her? Seeing a sign for another supermarket, Elizabeth pulled into the parking lot.

'Stay here, while I get what we need,' she firmly stated.

'Yes, mistress,' Jane automatically responded.

Once home, the small world closed in on them both. Elizabeth tried to snap Jane out of the role of slave, but it upset the woman. Jane was so keen to please her, Elizabeth relented to calling her slave. Whenever she gave an order, using her as a slave, the woman's face glowed with a warm smile of satisfaction. It was overwhelmingly compelling. Elizabeth couldn't resist reverting back to being her mistress.

Her mistress seemed displeased with her when they got home. She tried hard to please, and anticipate her requirements. She was afraid that her mistress might sell her to a brothel, so it was important to be needed. After a few hours, she had won her around, but she didn't relax, with the fear of being sold hanging over her.

'Come here slave,' Elizabeth sighed.

She patted her lap, then noticed a worried look on her slave's face.

'It's alright, slave, I'm not going to punish you. Your mistress wants a cuddle,' she reassured.

Elizabeth stroked her hair and kissed her face. She whispered in an ear, 'Don't worry slave, your mistress is happy with her slave, and will keep her safe.' Elizabeth gave her a tight squeeze, and kissed her lips, which turned into a deep petting session.

That evening when they went to bed, her slave was eager to please. She gave her mistress a massage, then licked her all over. Elizabeth knew she should try harder to bring the woman around from this lowly position, but how? It was far easier to give in, and enjoy the pleasurable sensations.

Her slave gently guided her legs apart, and started to lick her thighs, moving on to her sex. There was no chance now, as all thoughts floated away on a cloud of wonderful sensations. Her slave had learnt how to satisfy her. Now it was her turn to become carried away in a world of pleasure.