Bob hadn't thought through how he was going to introduce Jane to his daughter. Leaving it to the last moment, in hope of it sorting itself out, wasn't the kind of strategy he would use in business. In personal relations it was the usual strategy.

They virtually introduced themselves, briefly, and Jane disappeared to the kitchen to prepare a snack for their guest. Bob went through to the kitchen and announced he was off to the airport. Jane was mortified, not knowing how she stood.

'Master?' she worriedly said.

'It's all right, I've told her you're the housekeeper. She'll look after you, don't worry,' he said.

He gave her a hug, and before she could make a fuss he quickly left. Bob had no idea how they were going to get on, and neither did she.

Jane was apprehensive as she entered the lounge, with a sandwich and coffee.

'Hi, Jane. That looks good, thanks. Come and sit with me, and tell me how things are,' she said, with a big disarming smile.

'Yes, ma'am,' Jane quietly spoke.

At least the girl didn't comment on the automatic response. It was a habit form the time she served Margaret. How was she to address her masters daughter? What had he told her?

'Dad isn't very good at dealing with real people, just engineers and machines,' she laughed.

Jane was quiet, just nodding her head in agreement.

Filling in a gap between bites, she asked. 'So what are you two really? You're not just a housekeeper are you,' she chided Jane.

'Your father said I am, so I am, Miss McKenzie,' Jane responded.

'Call me Lizzie. I noticed the way you looked at him when I arrived,' she said, sounding amused. 'Don't worry, I'm not a jealous daughter, angry with you for taking my mother's place,' she seriously spoke, for a change. 'He's a widower and you're a widow, so why not,' she smiled, and patted Jane's hand.

'Your nice and quiet. Not like me,' she said. 'Come on, spill the beans, give me some gossip, shock me,' Elizabeth led her on.

'I don't know what to say, Lizzie,' Jane said, looking downcast.

'Cheer up, it might be better than you think,' Elizabeth said. 'You do sleep with him, or is he past it,' she teased.

'No, he isn't past it,' Jane revealed, wishing she hadn't. Defence of her master brought forth an admission too quickly to prevent.

'So you do have a thing going,' Elizabeth gently mocked her.

Jane couldn't deny it. She just sat there looking trapped.

'Dad told me to look after you. Do you drink or have some dire habits? Do I have to guess what's wrong?' she asked.

'No. I don't drink. It's, err, difficult to explain. I'm not sure he would want you to know,' she blurted out.

'Now that's interesting. What naughty secret are you hiding?' she persisted.

Elizabeth was pleasant and talkative, and gently pushed until Jane eventually broke.

'I'm your father's slave,' Jane stated, hoping that the girl was too shaken to pursue the matter.

'I don't believe it! How can that be, it's illegal isn't it?' Elizabeth countered.

'I am a slave, ma'am. I belong to your father,' she said, looking serious and defiant.

'How do you mean, he owns you?' she asked.

At first she thought the woman was putting her on, though she looked so sincere. Elizabeth was fascinated to hear what she had to say.

'He bought me in an auction, ma'am,' Jane stated, wanting to shock her into silence.

Elizabeth was agog. She'd been working in the middle east, and heard mutterings of slaves being sold, yet surely not in this country, and in her family home. This was something else! She wasn't sure what to think.

'You could just leave couldn't you. He's not keeping you a prisoner, obviously,' Elizabeth pointed out. At the same time she was feeling protective of her father.

'I've nowhere to go. He's been so protective, and kind, I don't want to leave,' she smiled, just a little bit.

'How come you were in an auction?' Elizabeth asked, with the feeling this was all going to be a long winded joke.

Jane couldn't tell her everything, or explain all the sordid details. It was still a bit of a mystery to her. How she got into this abject state wasn't something she wanted to think about too closely, or she might find a major fault running through her personality.

'I owed money. It seemed a quick way to pay off the debts. I didn't realise it was going to turn out like this. I'm not complaining. It's a good way to live. I guess it wouldn't suit you,' Jane pointed out.

'I don't know, what's it like?' she asked.

'Freedom, in some ways. My master makes all the decisions for me. I don't have to struggle with money, a job, where to go, or what to do. I just obey my master, and leave everything to him,' Jane said.

'Ethical decisions, what about those?' she asked.

'I don't need to question myself, or anyone else. If my master wants me to do something, I do it,' she said.

'You make it sound easy, even attractive, leaving everything to someone else. No worries, not problems. I see what you mean about being free,' Elizabeth said.

'That's right, that's how it is. It's unique,' Jane smiled.

'It's certainly not like being a Buddhist, or any school of philosophy I've heard of. I guess it's like asking what it's like being an ancient Egyptian. You have to be there to know,' Elizabeth proposed.

'I guess so,' Jane agreed.

'The same goes for the master, you can't know without being one,' Elizabeth said.

'You are. Your father put you in charge, to look after me. You're my master, or rather, my mistress,' Jane said.

She was warming to this young woman, as her mannerisms were a reminder of her father. She sometimes sounded like him too. She wasn't about to tell her that. As it might be objectionable, like Jane being told she was like her mother.

'You're my slave? That means I've got to be responsible for you.' Elizabeth bulked at the idea. 'Life is for living and having fun. I didn't plan on staying with dad for long. Just a quick hello, and I was off with friends,' she complained.

'As you wish, mistress,' Jane dutifully said.

'Don't look at me with those puppy dog eyes,' Elizabeth scolded.

'Sorry, mistress,' Jane replied, and looked away.

'Dad told me to look after you. Why, why do you need looking after?' Elizabeth asked, in exasperation.

'I'm just a slave, mistress,' Jane said.

The girl didn't understand all the implications that simple statement implied. How could she explain how vulnerable she was? It was humbling to be left under the supervision of a young woman of twenty-one, after bringing up a daughter around her age. Elizabeth was only a couple of years older than her daughter, and she was going to have to obey her.

Under the girls scrutiny she fumbled for more to say. 'I can't stay here by myself, I'm too vulnerable,' she said. Knowing she had to be convincing, she would have to reveal the excruciating truth. 'Someone calling might find out I can be ordered around. I dare not go out alone, for the same reason. Once they start telling me what to do, I can't help obeying them,' she emphatically stated.

'You can't resist obeying someone, even a stranger? Isn't that some sort of an addiction?' she asked, becoming interested once more.

'I guess so. It's how I am now, after so long being an obedient slave,' Jane said.

It seemed a long time, almost forever. She tried to think how many months she had been like this, though it seemed like years.

'If someone started ordering you around, what would you do?' Elizabeth asked.

'Anything they wanted me to do. I'm just a slave, and have to obey,' she said, looking hopeless.

'What if they wanted to take you away from here? What if it was a guy?' Elizabeth persisted.

'I'd have to go with him. I'd have to obey a master in all things, whatever he wanted,' Jane stated. At last she was getting the point.

'Even if you didn't like him, you'd have to sleep with him? A complete stranger!' Elizabeth said, in disgust.

Jane nodded her head, looking sorry for herself. A knot in her stomach was the beginnings of arousal, from just talking about it. She hoped the girl didn't ask if she would enjoy it. She cringed from remembering how carried away she became with a stranger in Las Vegas. The humiliation of being won in a poker game, and being finger fucked in front of strangers, aroused her beyond control. She was ready to be taken away, knowing full well she would be his obedient slave.

Elizabeth mistook Jane's cringe from asking about sleeping with a stranger, unaware she was thinking of a certain card game in Las Vegas.

'It's OK, I'll stay and look after you,' Elizabeth soothingly spoke, and laid a hand on her shoulder.

Jane wondered if Elizabeth would stay, when it was realised what a horrid slut she was. At least with her, there would be no chance of being deeply aroused out of control. She thought of the vibrator, and how much more secretive she would have to be. A woman would know what she was up to, unlike a man, and especially her father. Although he suspected she was playing with herself, he ignored it.

'So, you're my slave,' Elizabeth cheerily said.

'Yes, mistress,' Jane dutifully stated, looking happier.

'Have you got something better to wear? That cheap nylon thing is awful,' Elizabeth said, turning her nose up, as though it were smelly.

'Yes, Mistress, in my room,' she said. Here we go again, Jane reflected.

'Come on, Slave,' Elizabeth giggled.

Jane would have to be careful, as this girl was too impulsive. If she upset her, the girl might suddenly decide to leave. How would she go to the supermarket without her? What if that delivery guy came back? She might be forced to leave with him, and what might happen to her then?

'Surely my father didn't buy all these clothes, he's too mean,' she exclaimed.

'Get that thing off and pick something,' she enthused. 'Oh! I'm supposed to order you to wear what I choose, I suppose. This is going to take getting used to,' she said with delight.

Pulling a hanger from the rack, she turned to hold it up against the woman's body.

'Wow! You have a terrific figure, no wonder dad bought you clothes. Did he pick these? Silly question, obviously not,' she said to herself.

'Are these real, or did dad buy these too?' she asked, pushing one of Jane's breasts with a finger.

'They're real, mistress,' Jane said, feeling embarrassed.

'The underwear looks good on you, slave,' she quietly said.

Elizabeth admired the woman for a long moment, not noticing that Jane was embarrassed.

'It's going to be fun after all, having a mature woman as my obedient slave,' she laughed.

Jane felt belittled by the remark, but it had to be endured. She needed this girl to stay here, so it was important to concentrate on obeying her, however demeaning it would be. Elizabeth picked out a dress, and stood back to admire it.

'You look great, really girly,' she said, and noted how embarrassed her slave looked. 'I'll do your hair now. When was it last cut?' Elizabeth asked.

'A long time ago, mistress,' Jane answered, sounding vague. 'It's been trimmed, but previous masters' wanted it long,' she added.

The dress was a light summer dress, decorated with flowers and butterflies. Not her selection this time, it was her father's choice.

'Best take the dress off while I style your hair, slave,' Elizabeth told her.

Her hair was made up in big flowing bunches, flopping over both ears. With every movement, they waggled around.

'What do you think, slave?' Elizabeth asked.

'They're cute, mistress, thank you, mistress,' Jane approved, despite misgivings over the style. She had never been cute, and was now too old to be endearing.

Elizabeth was finding excuses to keep the woman in her underwear. She felt more masterful while the older woman was undressed. She ordered the woman to wait in the filmy underwear, while searching the closet.

'Let's see if there's anything else in here for my slave,' Elizabeth mumbled. 'What's this?' Elizabeth chuckled.

'A corset, mistress. A previous owner had this slave wear it to slim slave's waist, mistress,' Jane informed the girl.

Elizabeth came closer to examine her waist. She stretched both hands around the slaves waist, and squeezed. 'That's amazing! I can almost touch finger tips. It's no wonder these look out of proportion, slave,' Elizabeth commented, and lifted both breasts. She weighed them, then jiggled them around. 'You sure these are natural?' she asked sceptically.

'Yes, mistress, no master has had them enlarged yet, mistress,' Jane reassured her mistress.

'Yet? So you'd let someone make you have implants?' Elizabeth was surprised, unable to consider it herself.

'A master wouldn't have to make me have them, mistress. I'd simply obey, and faithfully carry out my masters wishes, mistress,' Jane pointed out.

'What if a master wanted them to be huge?' Elizabeth asked, with arms outstretched, as though supporting enormous breasts.

'Even so, Mistress. Slave must submit to a masters every desire, and would gladly obey a master, or mistress,' she insisted.

'What about me, will you willingly obey my every command, slave?' she asked.

'Of course, mistress. This slave will gladly obey her mistresses every desire, mistress,' she passionately spoke.

'You're a submissive aren't you. You want me to dominate you, slave,' Elizabeth considered out loud.

'I guess so, mistress. Slave takes pleasure from being humiliated,' Jane also spoke her thoughts. She wished it hadn't been said, for that was a private secret better not revealed.

'Mmm, really, slave,' she said.

Jane hoped the girl hadn't taken notice of that naughty admission, though it was hardly going to impinge on their relationship. It might be better to warn her mistress not to put her in a humiliating position with a man, where she became carried away with excitement.

'That dress is too light for this weather. Let's take a look in my room for something else, slave,' Elizabeth suggested.

'You've cleaned my room, slave,' the girl commented.

Rummaging around in her old wardrobe, she threw garments on the floor, demonstrating how untidy she could be.

'Look what I found! Take that underwear off and try this on, slave,' she said, dangling a small piece of nylon in one hand.

Jane pulled at the screwed up nylon, stretching it up a leg, then the other. Over her hips, up her body, over both breasts, and up to her neck, it was pulled tight. In the mirror she could see how sheer it was, especially when stretched over her breasts.

'Stand still while I straighten it, slave,' she ordered.

There was a pattern of fine wandering lines running up both legs, over her body, and breasts. Elizabeth took some time straightening the lines, using both hands to smooth the sheer material over her slave's body. The girl unavoidably pinched her nipples while straightening the seams over the breasts.

'It looks rude on you, slave,' she chuckled. 'Look between your legs. Your labia is so fleshy, it looks engorged, naughty slave,' she laughed.

Jane felt uncomfortable over the way her mistress was touching her, and the comments were embarrassing. She didn't think she was turned on by her mistresses attention, so what did she mean about her pussy. It wasn't wet.

'Sorry, mistress,' Jane murmured.

'It's no good, take it off. You'll ladder it if you're not careful, slave. Let your mistress do it,' she ordered.

Jane stood still while her mistress carefully pulled the nylon bodysuit down her body. Again the girl was intimately touching her. It felt like an intrusive massage, rather than being undressed. Having this girl dress and undress her, made her feel like one of her dolls. At thirty-four she was a lot older than the girls twenty-one years, and should be treated with respect. What could she expect after admitting she was just a lowly slave.

Elizabeth was enjoying herself. Controlling this woman was an opportunity not to be wasted. Jane obviously wanted to be dominated, and it was bringing out a mischievous side of her that she hadn't been aware of. How far would this woman go before her natural reticence kicked in? The next few days were going to be fun finding out.

Eventually Elizabeth was happy with the outfit. A thick jersey material dress was found, looking warm and comfortable. It was stretched over her body like a second skin, over an unobtrusive set of underwear.

'You can make me something to eat, slave,' she ordered.

Elizabeth got on the internet to search for appropriate accessories to go with her new toy. She explored the subject of slaves and mistresses, finding an amazing amount of information. They seemed to take it all so seriously, much like Jane. When her slave returned, she was curious to try out some of the ideas she gleaned from the internet.

'Kneel beside me, slave,' she ordered.

It was delightful having this mature woman kneeling at her feet. It made her feel like a pharaoh. On the dig in Egypt they'd been re-exploring an ancient city, looking for more information as to who ruled and lived in there. It was fascinating piecing together evidence as to what those ancients were like. This was an opportunity to find out what it would have been like to own a slave. Or, was that just an excuse.

'This is nice, though the local guys cooked a wicked curry and rice at the dig. We had locals helping out with the digging,' she explained.

'Sorry, mistress. We don't have rice or curry in the kitchen,' Jane said.

'We'll have to go shopping then,' she said.

'Your hair is nice and shiny, what do you use?' Elizabeth asked.

'The heat ruined my hair, and we couldn't wash much, so that didn't help. I had it cut short, so it didn't get in the way, and it was easier to manage,' Elizabeth said.

They had a conversation about hair styles, the lotions and potions used, and what suited them best. Jane was pleased at last to have someone to share little inconsequential things of life. They chatted amiably while her mistress ate.

'How many masters have you had, slave?' she asked. The question just popped into her head, out of nowhere.

Jane had to think for a moment, until she decided Margaret had been her mistress, even though she hadn't thought of herself as a slave at the time. Margaret had practically owned her, and sold her in an auction, so she must have been a slave even then. That meant Mark also was her master. Then Mr McKenzie bought her.

For a brief moment a woman in a store owned her, when she was returned by her master. She couldn't forget that awful man in Vegas, who won her at a card game, and finger fucked her in front of a group of men. Then there was that satisfying evening with the delivery guy. He had certainly mastered her.

'Your slave had six owners, before my new mistress,' Jane replied. The feeling that she was just an object, sold by one owner on to another, closed in upon her.

Elizabeth wondered if this was all a part of a fantasy, or was she telling the truth? If it was true, the woman was lost to the familiar world Elizabeth knew.

'Are you telling me the truth, slave?' she demanded.

'Yes, mistress, honestly mistress, your slave must obey her mistress,' Jane hastily answered, sounding worried.

'What are you worried about, slave, that I might find out you're lying to me, is that it?' she demanded to know.

'Your slave is worried she might be punished mistress,' Jane said.

Elizabeth stroked her slave's hair, then gripped her face to look into her eyes.

'Don't prevaricate! Is it true you've had six owners before me?' she asked again.

'Yes, mistress, honestly mistress,' Jane reassured her mistress.

Elizabeth wasn't reassured at all. She looked closely at the woman, recognising that she told the truth. She had assumed father had met her at some singles club, and they were playing a game. This meant it must be true, that he bought her in an auction. This was an awesome idea, yet difficult to accept. She decided to change tack, to cure the unsettling ideas crowding her mind. She would need time to understand how this could happen to someone.
'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.
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.