“Absorbing Jane” © 2009 by Deanne Sodus
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As I knelt and bounced my mind wandered. It’s funny how people can get into situations that they could never see coming in their wildest imaginations. Situations that are the outcome of small, seemly insignificant events that happen to all of us everyday. I was a perfect example of this.
I was once a devoted wife and mother of one. At 38 I had been the archetypal, perfect soccer mom … yet here I was… kneeling on a floor; hands tied behind my back, gagged with a big red ball, topless with my nipples clamped and linked together while I bounced up and down on a large vibrating dildo stuck to the floor.
Sitting in the chair next to me was Emily, the woman who became my Mistress. She was not yet 30 but already well on her way up the corporate ladder. She had several of her friends with her. They too were successful younger women. As they chatted back and forth casually they ignored me, as if the lewd display I was creating within mere feet of them didn’t exist. But it did exist and it was very real to me.
Every once in awhile one of them glanced my way when a moan or groan escaped my lips. Most of those looks were studied and cold, as if I was some lab experiment whose noises were rude interruptions of their conversation. If they mentioned me, it was a remark about my condition, usually a very cruel or mean comment. But I was used to that. It happened to me every day, at the grocery store, pumping gas or anyplace else I happened to be in public. Dressing like a total slut in public tended to draw out the worst in other women, but that had come to be my required clothing.
Mistress Emily had me displayed as I was because I was five minutes late. She’d told me to be at her apartment at six to prepare for her guests. Freeway traffic was awful and I hadn’t left myself enough time. The sad part was that I knew better than to be late. The last time I’d been late she’d spanked me so hard that I couldn’t sit for two days.
The buzzing of the vibrator was insistent, each downward stoke brought it in contact with my clit, increasing the sensation, bringing my passion closer to the boiling point. Having specific instructions not to cum, I had to do something to distract myself so I made my mind drift back…back to the beginning of my whole mess ….
I was the ultra girl jock in college. Field hockey, softball, basketball and any other sport I could find that would keep me busy. Being a tall girl and a strong, lean 125 lbs. had got me precious few looks from guys. Most of them were looking for a big boobed cheerleader and my 34B’s at the time hadn’t qualified. My smart mouth hadn’t helped the situation either. I was not only a tomboy physically but my competitive attitude and combative nature turned off almost every boy I met within minutes… except for Joe.
I met Joe on the basketball court during a pickup game in the fall of my junior year. He had fire in his eyes back in those days and was even more competitive than I. After several games we ended up being the only two left on the court and we kept playing ‘til I reached the point of exhaustion.
Those meetings turned into a daily ritual for us, head to the court after classes and try to grind each other into the ground; usually it was me that had to stop as his stamina was amazing.
Slowly we got to know each other on a personal level also; he was funny at times and deep at others and he caught my attention like no guy ever had. For some reason Joe seemed to relish the challenge that I presented him, both physically and mentally. In the beginning there would always be a girl or two that came by to watch and flirt with him while we played but after three weeks or so they just stopped coming. The best part was that he hadn’t seemed to notice their disappearance.
One day after a particularly rough session he just asked me to go get something to eat. I said yes, not thinking that it meant anything, but it did. We talked and not just about sports. We laughed and I opened up to him in a way that I never had to anyone. It was our first date even though I hadn’t thought of it as that at the time.
After four more of these ‘dates’, we ended up in bed. It just happened. I was pretty sure that nether one of us planned it; at least I know I hadn’t. He walked me back to my room, my roommates were gone, and the bottle of wine at dinner was matched with one more in my room. Things progressed from there and before we knew it we were sitting on the bed, looking at each other.
He reached out and kissed me. I was in shock I guess as I just sat there like a lump. Joe pulled back without letting his hand slip from the back of my neck.
“Kiss me.” He said.
It was a simple command but the tone carried far more authority than the words. My usual response would have been to rebel against him but instead I melted. The kiss was amazing and my entire body jumped like it had been hooked into a wall socket.
Before long he was helping me to remove my blouse and then quickly my pants joined it in a heap at our feet. I was almost naked and his hands were everywhere. He remained fully clothed and resisted every attempt of mine to even remove a sock. There had never been a time in my life where I’d felt so vulnerable. I sat there and let his hands roam over my body with just my panties on. But for some reason being the only one almost naked in the room seemed to be a big turn on for me. There was a swamp between my legs and he hadn’t even touched me below the waist yet.
Joe toyed with my nipples, stretching and pulling, twisting and turning, until they were so sensitive any movement of his fingers anywhere around my breast caused a spasm between my legs and a moan to escape my lips.
After what seemed like an eternity, one of his hands drifted lower and grazed the top of my panties. My body shuddered in excitement as he guided my ass off the bed so that my panties could join the rest of my clothes on the floor. When Joe caressed my inner thigh and moved higher the sparks flew and at the first brush of my clit, I came, small and quick, but electric for me just the same. He pulled back gazing at me and smiled. When I looked at that smile I knew I was in love.
After my first orgasm it didn’t take long for Joe to finally shed his clothes and under the covers we went, making love for the first time. I wasn’t a virgin but there had only been two other guys so my sexual experience was very limited. I didn’t have much to compare against but I thought that sexually we did pretty well together. He was gentle at first, sliding his rock hard cock up and down on my clit before entering me.
As I became accustomed to his size the strokes became longer, faster and harder. His stamina in basketball seemed to carry over to the bedroom as he was a machine, pounding his cock into me time and time again. Finally with a last, wild thrust I felt him explode inside me, filling me with his hot cum.
After a minute he pulled out and lay next to me. I was covered in sweat and in such a wonderful state of being that I was unable to move. There was no way that in my wildest dreams I thought it could be that good. With Joe lying quietly next to me and cradling me in his arms there was a feeling of oneness that almost made me want to cry. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man. It almost broke my heart when he had to get up and go back to his own room, but we both knew that this would be far more than a one night stand.
It was like nothing had changed the next day, we met on the court and played till everyone else had begged off. Then our one on one became much more physical than usual. His hands made contact with me, touching my breasts and ass as we played. I was embarrassed and swatted them away but he continued to grope me on the court. By the time we were done I was so horny that I grabbed him and we went straight to my room, where I kicked my roommate out and we fucked like animals on the floor for hours. It was the official start of our relationship.
As we grew closer, Joe began to be more creative in bed. Soon he was taking charge and telling what he wanted me to do or what he was going to do to me. Sometimes it would lead to some light bondage and always to wild lovemaking. He liked to spank my ass as we made love, I didn’t think much of it much at first but I got to the point where I liked him doing it.
We spent almost every waking minute together, never sleeping apart after that second night. It made me nervous at first when Joe stayed over as it was not hard for my roommate to figure out what we were doing after the lights went out. I know she could hear us and maybe even see shadows of movement in the dark. But she was a good sport about Joe’s continued presence and they even became good friends. Some mornings after exchanging pleasantries they would joke about the night before. She sometimes gave her version of a play by play that made me blush from head to toe. Joe merely laughed and joked about it with her, even telling her what he might do to me in the coming nights. By the time they were done I was crimson with embarrassment.
He began asking her if she wanted us to leave the light on, which drew terror from me, but she always deferred, saying she would rather listen and use her imagination. There was never a night in my room with Joe making love to me that didn’t make me wonder what she was thinking or doing in the bed not ten feet across the room from us.
Some nights we spent at Joe’s. His roommate loved me to spend the night and I am sure that he would masturbate listening to Joe and me. Each following morning He his big, shit eating grin said it all.
There was no doubt that he got several glimpses of my body during that year at school. Joe insisted that I sleep naked and even trying to be as modest as I could, I was often exposed.
When we were apart I would daydream about Joe and how he made me feel. After classes I would wait in the courtyard for him and I could see the gleam in his eye from across the way as he drew closer and knew it would be one of those nights. I so looked forward to those nights.
We married right after college and I became pregnant within months, giving birth to our only child, Amanda, nine months later. Joe was excelling in his career and I learned to love being the stay at home mom. He spent a lot of hours and energy on the job, away from us, but I felt we were happy. I filled the time by becoming the perfect mom.
As time went on Girl Scouts, dolls and swimming gave way to cheerleading, sleepovers and giggling about boys for Amanda. Chasing her around kept me in shape. The years passed and before I knew it I was suddenly about to turn forty. By then I weighed in at 140. A little curvier than during my college days but not bad for an old lady I thought. Add to that the 36C breasts that had come with Amanda and never went away and I turned heads like I never had when I was younger.
Outside of the bedroom we were the perfect suburban couple, me, the perky cheerleader mom and Joe, the barbequing, wise cracking father. Kids flocked to our house like flies. We were the center of the neighborhood for almost everything that happened. Block parties and weekend get-together’s were the normal state of affairs at the Dolan house.
As the years had passed our lovemaking slowed as it does with most couples, with life always seeming to get in the way. Then, on a whim of Joe’s, we began to experiment with bondage, light at first but more stringent as we moved forward. Slowly the intensity of our lovemaking sessions grew. In the bedroom, Joe grew to relish a dominant role with me being the submissive. He brought home books and movies showing women being dominated and tied in ways I had never imagined. Some looked very painful, some not so bad, but they all had the same effect, we were both so turned on that we would go at it like animals.
Joe’s demeanor changed the further down this path we went. He became more demanding and somewhere along the way I was forced to begin calling him Master.
Sometimes he would tie me up and gag me in our bed, leaving me alone for an hour or more with a vibrator buzzing away at my most private parts. When he finally came back I would be covered in sweat and in pain from the intensity and number of orgasms the vibrator had driven me to. Most of the time he would remove the gag or the vibrator long before he removed the ropes and use me to relieve his own built up passions. Pounding his rock hard cock into me, he never failed to get at least one more orgasm from my body. When it was his turn to cum he loved to shoot his cum on my breasts or face. It became my duty to lick him clean when he was done.
With time Joe became better and better with the rope, tying me in more positions and in different ways. Hogties, breast bondage, crotch ropes and more. I became more submissive than ever in the bedroom. He called me his little bondage slut.
Whenever it was a play night, I was required to strip when I entered the bedroom and put the Velcro cuffs on my feet and wrists. I would kneel near the door and wait for him to close up the house and come to bed. When he came in I was expected to strip him and suck his cock until he told me to stop. He liked to grab my hair and fuck my face, talking to me the whole time about what good a little cocksucker I was and how he liked fucking my face.
Joe would decide when he was ready and would order me up on the bed to tie me in various ways. I liked it best was when he tied my ankles to my thighs along with my wrists and then tied a rope around each knee and pulled them wide apart fixing the ropes to the headboard. He called this position ‘wide open’. I had very little movement available and was spread so wide that anything he wanted to do was possible. He would enter me and pound away, slamming his cock into me, driving us to our mutual orgasms. Other times he would tie my hands behind me, once at the wrists and once at the elbows. Then tie my feet over my head to the top of the bed this allowed total access to my pussy.
One time when I was in that position he decided to go further. I had never experienced anal sex but by this time in our relationship I didn’t make the choices in our bedroom. Joe informed me that he was about to pop what he called my ass cherry. I begged him not to but all that got me was a series of hard slaps to my ass. He started spanking one cheek, then the other, harder and harder. He told me that cunts don’t get choices and that he was going to spank me until I begged him to fuck my ass. After what seemed like an eternity of his steady pounding on my ass I couldn’t stand any more. With tears in my eyes I begged him to put his cock in my ass. My ass cheeks were on fire as he rubbed some ice cold lube deep into my asshole and positioned his cock at the entrance.
“Beg me again Cunt. Beg me to fuck your ass.”
The C word was brand new to our games and it was humiliating to hear him talk to me like that. His harsh language combined with the spanking totally defeated my spirit.
“Please Master fuck my ass.”
With that he proceeded to push inside me. At first it felt like I was going to die. My ass cheeks were on fire and now my asshole felt the same. The pain was intense and I begged for him to stop. That had zero effect on him.
“Relax your ass. It will hurt less.”
I tried to do as he asked and it allowed him to drive slowly and steadily deeper inside me. The pain and burning was intense and unrelenting. When his cock was fully inside my ass he rocked back on his heels to rest a minute.
“God your ass is so tight.”
Slowly he pulled his cock back and started stroking it in and out of my ass. He made sure that he slapped his thighs on my burning ass cheeks at the end of each stroke adding to my pain. He was talking to me the whole time telling me how he loved fucking my ass and that he was going to make me his little butt slut in and out of the bedroom.
At the time I wasn’t thinking too deeply into what his words meant. I was in pain, major pain, and he was picking up his pace as my asshole relaxed and accepted his cock. In the midst of all these sensations I missed the fact that more had just been intimated than I understood.
The funny thing was that the harder he went at it the more turned on I got. He started pounding harder and harder until I felt him spew his load deep in my bowels. Feeling him cum triggered a little orgasm in me without even having had my pussy touched.
Slowly pulling his cock out of my ass he sat back on the edge of the bed and looked at me while lightly fingering my clit. I gasped as he dipped a finger inside me.
“You are a slut!! Your cunt is soaked. You loved it!”
I couldn’t argue. I moaned while his finger sawed in and out of me, he was using his other hand to tickle my clit which was driving me crazy with desire.
“You want to cum don’t you Slut?”
All I could do was nod and moan as he tickled my clit and finger fucked me.
“Say it.”
“Please, Master, I need to cum.”
He slowed his movements.
“What needs to cum slut?”
I knew what he wanted me to say but I couldn’t force the word.
“My pussy Master.”
“No, No, No. You don’t have a pussy anymore slut. You have a cunt. Say it and I’ll make it come.”
I turned red at the thought of using the C word and shook my head. He stopped what he was doing and I moaned in frustration.
“Please, Master, I need to cum. Please make me cum.”
“Only after you say it. Tell me!”
His fingers started moving slowly in circles around my clit and in and out of my dripping hole. Bringing me just to the edge and then backing off. I desperately thrust my hips up at him begging for more but my movement was so limited it just added to my frustration.
“Say it, slut.”
“Please Master.”
“Say it now or I am going to leave you tied like this all night and go sleep in the guest room.”
The prospect of being tied all night like this and not cumming took me over the edge; my submission to his will was total.
“Please, Master, finger fuck my cunt. I need to cum so bad.”
“That’s a good Slut, you remember this lesson.”
He picked up speed with both hands and I came in an earth shattering moment of orgasm that I felt all the way down to my toes. It was so intense that my vision went cloudy. After finally coming back down from what was the best orgasm in my life I focused on him as he just sat and looked at me.
“Now we have an understanding. What are you?”
Red faced and deeply embarrassed I croaked,
“Your Slut, Master.”
“Louder or you will spend the night here.”
I cleared my throat and with all the strength I had left managed to answer,
“Your Slut Master.”
“Good girl and what is between your legs?”
“A cunt, Master.”
“Good girl, don’t forget that or I will punish you.” he cooed as he started to untie me. “Now that we have an understanding about what you are we will be adding rules to reinforce your status in this house. You are a cunt and a butt slut and I am your Master. Never forget this.”
Those words rang in my head as I slept on my stomach, my ass far too sore to allow even the lightest touch.
Things returned to normal for a few weeks except that every time we made love he would stop and finish in my ass. During the day Joe’s work took up a lot of his time and energy but at night I was his focus as me made me into his submissive butt slut.
I learned to relax as he pounded away and it didn’t take long before I began to really enjoy it. As our sessions progressed I began to look forward to him burying his cock in my ass.
Then the phone rang one Friday.
“Hi Cunt, how’s your day so far?”
I was stunned speechless at the cunt reference. That word had never been used outside our bedroom.
“Surprised you huh? Well I know the last few weeks have been tough on you so I am going to reward you. If you look in the bedroom closet there is a package. You are to wear what is in that package and nothing more. The only things you will not find in the package are shoes. I want you to wear your black pumps. You know the one’s I like.
We are going out of town for the evening. One of the women I work with has a younger sister close to Amanda’s age. I’ve arranged for this girl to show up so that Amanda won’t be left home alone. She should there before I get home. I’ll pick you up at exactly at six, so be ready. Do you understand all my instructions, Cunt? “
“Yes Sir”, was all I could say.
The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering away. What in the world did all this mean?
“This will be the first time we are going out in public as Master and slave rather than as husband wife. Go ahead and take a nice bath, clean up, and have a relaxing afternoon. You have a long night ahead of you. See you at six sharp, Cunt. Do not make me wait.”
Hanging up the phone I stepped back and let the feeling the call had created wash over me. We were going to be Master and slave for the first time in public tonight. How in the hell had this happened? The thought scared and excited me. What would he want from me? What would he want to do to me?
He hadn’t even asked me if I wanted this. Did I want to extend our games outside the bedroom? How could he do this to me? The sudden orders had left no room for debate. Maybe this had been his plan all along, to leave me no choice. I guessed the point was moot for the moment. I would have to play along until I could figure things more clearly.
Or did I? I could just not go to the closet and tell him to go to hell when he came home. Was that what I wanted…or, down deep inside, I did really want to go where he seemed to be leading me? If I refused to play along it might ruin the whole thing forever. I would never know what I really wanted unless I went along for the ride and found out. Besides, I reassured myself, it was only for an evening. How hard could enduring a single night in public as a slave be?
With my decision made, I stood there at age 39, feeling like a school girl going on her first date. Despite the uncertainty…or perhaps because of it…I felt the rush of blood to my face and between my thighs at the possibilities of the coming evening.