Born to Serve- Part 2

When we arrived home the dark patch on the jeans had faded and Jayne insisted on pissing herself again for the photos. We both laughed a lot as Jayne wet herself again and afterwards the dirty jeans were tied in a plastic bag and consigned to the rubbish bin. Jayne had a welcome shower to clean herself and then I ran a bubble bath to relax her weary body.

As I assisted Jayne into the bath she inquired with a coy smile, “Sir, can a presumptuous subbie ask you to join her in the bath?”

I replied by quickly stripping off my clothes and sliding into the water behind her lovely body. Jayne was soon settled back in my arms with eyes closed and her head resting on my chest.

After about five minutes silence Jayne whispered, “Sir, I haven’t felt as safe and happy for many years. With you I feel as if I can just be myself and that you accept me as I am.”

I kissed the top of her damp hair and thought carefully before replying, “Jayne, you have completely exceeded my expectations, you were brilliant today and I love having you here in my home. But as in every Dom/sub relationship we both go on learning as time passes. You have much to learn and your training will continue tomorrow.”

“Oh I do hope so Sir. I feel more confident now after coping with the stresses of today.” Jayne sighed with pleasure as my hands cupped and squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts. “Ohhhhhhh that feels so nice, I love it when you do naughty things to my boobs.”

“Oh I have many more plans for these beauties.” I whispered as I pulled on the nipples causing Jayne to yelp with pleasure. “But for the rest of today it is time out. Would you like me to cook tonight?”

“Absolutely not Sir!” Jayne was indignant. “I am tired but I love to cook and care for you, you would have to tie me up to stop me!”

“Very tempting my subbie,” I chuckled. “Maybe tomorrow……………”

Jayne giggled as she relaxed contentedly against my chest, “Bring on tomorrow, Sir.”

DAY FOUR

At 6.30am the next morning I slipped on shorts and a tee shirt and with crop in hand I crept quietly into Jayne’s room. She was still sleeping soundly and as I pulled back the covers I noted with satisfaction that the butt plug was still in position. I reached over and gave the plug a gentle twist causing Jayne to stir slightly but not wake. I shrugged my shoulders, raised the crop and cracked it against a buttock. My subbie was awake instantly, scrambling furiously to her hands and knees with her eyes blinking in the soft light of the early dawn. This time the recognition was almost instantaneous and Jayne collapsed face down on the sheet awaiting the next painful stroke of the crop.

But I surprised her by tapping the leather tip twice on a shoulder and ordering, “Up now, we are going for a walk before breakfast.”

Jayne twisted her head and glanced from the bedside clock to my face. “A walk at 6.34am Sir?” She queried before realising what she had said. “Oh, yes Sir, I’ll get ready immediately.”

“It’s warm outside, just tee shirt, no bra, shorts and sneakers.” I replied, silently pleased with the way my subbie had realised her mistake.

As Jayne scrambled from the bed she asked, “Sir, I need to go, may I take the plug out please?”

“Of course my subbie, and you can leave it out for now, I am pleased with the way you adapted to the plug.” Jayne’s smile beamed at my praise. “There is a small bucket with disinfectant in the bathroom, drop the plug in there and you can clean it later. Be ready in the car by seven o’clock.”

“Yes Sir!” Jayne had adjusted very well to her early wake-up and she dashed to the bathroom to get ready.

I readied myself and read the morning paper while I waited in the warm sun in my car. The front door closed at five to seven and Jayne jogged quickly across the lawn and hopped in beside me. It was only a five-minute drive to the local park and sports ground and Jayne and I were soon walking briskly around the well-grassed oval just inside the perimeter wire fence. I explained to Jayne that I liked to exercise here regularly and that I expected her to accompany me each time. My sexy companion was puffing slightly after three laps and dropped behind when I suddenly broke into a sprint.

I was about thirty metres ahead when I slowed and turned to run backwards. “Come on Jayne, run, make an effort, come on girl!” I exhorted.

My subbie grimaced but broke into a jog that was only slightly faster than my backwards running. Jayne’s breasts were bouncing freely inside her tee shirt and I thought again how lucky I was to have this lovely lady in my life. When Jayne finally caught up to me I turned and slowed to walking pace as we approached a gate in the perimeter fence. I guided my panting companion off the grass surface and over to a park bench so she could rest for a while.

“Thank you Sir, I do need a break.” Jayne panted.

I ignored her use of ‘Sir’ and said, “You obviously need some more fitness, I will work out a daily exercise routine for you.”

“Gee thanks Sir,” Jayne puffed somewhat sarcastically then she realised what she had said, “Oh I mean Ron. Hell, one day I will learn to think before I speak. I would love to exercise daily.” She added robustly.

I couldn’t resist placing an arm around Jayne’s shoulders and hugging her to my side as a sign of my approval for her change of words and attitude. At that moment I saw an old acquaintance on the other side of the football ground who was walking slowly on the sealed path around the outside of the oval.

Jayne had regained her breath when she looked up and saw the man who was walking with the aid of a stick. “Oh that poor old man,” She whispered with genuine compassion, “It does look hard for him to walk.”

“He’s only about tens years older than you.” I whispered and waited until he was close to us before I rose from the seat and said, “Good morning Mr. Wilson, it’s good to see you again, it’s been a while.”

“Hello Ron, I’ve been in hospital again, but it’s good to be out and stretching my legs.” He said as we shook hands before he sat on the seat beside Jayne. “And who is this delightful young lady?”

“Mr. Wilson, I’d like you to meet Jayne, a new friend of mine. Jayne this is Mr. Wilson, we see each other regularly when we walk here.”

They shook hands as Jayne blushed from the compliment. “It’s lovely to meet you Mr. Wilson. I hope your stay in hospital wasn’t too bad.”

“Oh just some more back surgery, I should be used to it by now. But let’s talk about more important things,” Mr. Wilson said as his eyes roamed over the sexy undulations of Jayne’s body and he asked, “Ron, is she submissive?”

I grinned and replied, “Why don’t you answer the question Jayne?”

My subbie was momentarily shocked by the question but quickly gathered her wits. “Yes, I am submissive Mr. Wilson.” Jayne replied quite proudly. “I have been this way nearly all my life but until I met Ron three days ago I’ve never had the chance to show my real self.” Jayne looked at me and I nodded my approval.

“You lucky bastard Ron.” Mr. Wilson said in admiration. “This lady is not only submissive and beautiful but she is also proud of her station in life.”

“We are both lucky Mr. Wilson.” Jayne said definitely before I could reply. “I think we were made for each other.”

I nodded my agreement of Jayne’s words and asked, “Mr. Wilson, would you like to have breakfast with us? Have you finished your walk?”

My old friend’s face smiled as he replied. “Thanks Ron, I would love to have breakfast with you. I had planned to do another lap but…….”

“That’s fine.” I interrupted. “Jayne can accompany you while I run a few more laps, ok?” They both nodded and Jayne assisted the older man to stand. “Jayne, you can answer any questions that you are asked. See you both at the car shortly.”

I quickly jumped to my feet and ran back to the grassy field to run my few laps. I was able to keep an eye on Jayne and my old friend as she held his free hand while they chatted and walked slowly around the path. I ran three laps and did some cool down stretching before the new friends arrived back at the car. We were soon back at my home and after a quick wash Jayne was happily preparing bacon, eggs and toast plus a jug of fresh coffee for the three of us. Mr. Wilson had lived in this area most of his life and he told us that my home was located on an old apple orchard and also about the many changes over the years.

Breakfast had finished and Jayne was tidying up when I said, “Jayne, I’m going to drive Mr. Wilson home now. When you finish in the kitchen I want you to shave and shower and then wait in the corner of the den for your next test.”

“Yes Sir.” Jayne dried her hands and gave our visitor a hug and a kiss on a cheek. “It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Wilson, I look forward to seeing you again.”

“Goodbye, you lucky girl, see you soon.”

“I won’t be long.” I said to Jayne as Mr. Wilson and I moved towards the front door, “See you in the den.”

A shiver of anticipation ran through Jayne’s body as she smiled and said, “Yes, Sir!”

It wasn’t far to my old friend’s home and he thanked me profusely as we sat in the car outside his home. On my return home I changed out of my running gear and had a quick shower prior to dressing in my usual dark casual clothes and proceeding to the den. As I expected Jayne was standing facing the corner ready for whatever I had organised for the next step in her training. I started a cd of classic music, retrieved a blindfold from a desk drawer and moved over my lovely nude friend.

“Breakfast was excellent my subbie.” I said as I caressed her arse cheeks with one hand. “Mr. Wilson was very impressed with you.”

“Thank you Sir, he is a lovely man who has suffered too much from his back problems.” Jayne replied as a shudder of anticipation ran through her body.

“He told you of his submissive wife when you walked with him?” I inquired as I slipped the blindfold over Jayne’s eyes.

“Ohhhhh God!” The blindfold was unexpected. “Yes Sir, it is tragic that she died of cancer at such a young age.”

“Yes it is my subbie, but let’s move on to the next phase of your training, turn around.”

With my hands as a guide Jayne turned around and faced the room with her head held high. She was determined to show me that she would willingly accept any test that I desired.

“This morning I intend to punish you for not attaching a stamp to your letter ten years ago.”

When she heard the word ‘punish’ Jayne’s body stiffened and she gulped noisily before nodding and saying, “I deserve to be punished for that Sir, use me as you desire.”

My reply was to grab both her shoulders and push her quite roughly the short distance to the massage table. Jayne grunted in surprise at my treatment and cried out as I pushed down on her shoulders and back to make her bend at the waist over the table.

“Spread your arms and your legs out wide.” I demanded. “Grab the edge of the table with both hands.”

Jayne remained silent but her breathing quickened as she quickly followed my instruction. My subbie was now spread-eagled across the table with her feet on the floor, her breasts squashed against the leather top and both hands gripping the far side.

“I want you to stay in that position, if you try to move away I will tie you there, understand?”

“Yes, Sir!” Some of the confidence had been drained from Jayne’s voice as she waited for her punishment to begin.

I slipped a hand between Jayne’s wide spread legs and ran my fingertips over her smooth shaven pussy. My subbie moaned as I pushed a finger into the wet depths, she was very turned on by the situation. I took a quick photo before grasping a crop and Jayne jumped as I swished it through the air a few times before turning up the volume of the CD player. The music covered up the sound of me placing the crop back on the desk and picking up a leather belt about three fingers in width. I took up my position and without warning cracked it firmly across Jayne’s lovely bottom.

“Ohhhhhhh yesssss!” Jayne hissed.

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised at Jayne’s reaction and I quickly repeated the stroke five times with virtually the same response each time a red mark appeared on the snow-white skin. I shook my head in admiration as I selected a thinner but heavier leather belt that was split at one end like a Scottish tawse.

‘Crack!’ – “Owwwwwwww!”

‘Crack!’ – “Yahhhhhhhhh!”

‘Crack!’ – “Ohhhhhhhhh God!”

At last I was getting the some of the expected responses from my subbie who must have been born with a high tolerance of pain. I used the belt quite hard three more times on Jayne’s now bright red rump and her body was quivering on the table but remarkably in the same position. The music was building to a climax as I retrieved the crop and tapped it against Jayne’s thighs. I could see her jaw muscles clench as she readied herself for the pain from the crop.

At a lull in the music I whistled the crop through the air and it cracked beautifully across my subbies red cheeks. This time she screamed loudly and kicked her feet in the air before composing herself in readiness for the next stroke. The next painful blow caused a red weal and a loud screech followed by the first sobs from the brave little lady. I was so amazed by her ability to absorb the pain that I was tempted to ask if she wanted to use the safe word, but that would have shown a weakness from me so I continued. Two quick hard blows from the crop resulted in Jayne almost falling onto the floor but somehow she managed to scramble back up and resume her position while sobbing loudly. The three welts soon became four as the crop cracked across her bright red arse for the fifth time. Jayne was crying loudly now and her sobs were shaking all through her body but she bravely assumed the position once again. The punishment had now gone much further than I had expected but I resolved to continue and once again the sound of the crop briefly drowned the music.

“Aiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!! Red, Red, Red!” Jayne screamed loudly as her legs gave way and she started to slide to the floor.

I managed to get my arms under her shaking body and lift her so she lay face down on the massage table. I slipped the blindfold off, placed a towel in a hand, a box of tissues near her head and let the tears fall. The camera caught my eye and I took some photos of Jayne’s bright red arse with the welts criss-crossing the bruised skin. The minutes passed and the cd finished as I stood beside the table stroking her back while my lovely subbie slowly calmed.

“Some water please Sir.” Jayne sniffed as she held out a hand for the bottle she knew I kept close by.

My amazing subbie cough and spluttered as she swallowed some water from the bottle before passing it back. More time passed as I let Jayne calm and compose herself until she finally opened her eyes and looked at me as she blinked away a few tears.

“I was good Sir?” The whispered question was followed a weak smile.

“You were absolutely excellent.”

“Whhhhaaaaat?” Jayne looked aghast, as I hadn’t moved my lips and a split second later she realised that the reply had come from the other side of the room. She quickly turned to look and exclaimed loudly, “Mr. Willlllson! Oh my God have you been here all the time?”

Mr. Wilson sat on a chair smiling and nodding his answer to Jayne’s question.

Jayne was incredulous as she looked at me again. “You, you rotten……………ummmmmm, ahhhhhhh, trickster Sir.”

My subbie had changed her words just in time, “Good catch Jayne, this is not time out you know?”

Jayne nodded, bit her bottom lip and rested her head in the face hole of the massage table. Mr. Wilson wrinkled his nose and looked quizzically at me as Jayne’s shoulders began to shake with emotion. I shrugged in reply and scratched my head at Jayne’s unexpected reaction. Soon all of her body was shaking and I stood up to comfort my upset subbie. At that moment Jayne spluttered, broke into a fit of giggles and looked up with tears of laughter running down her face.

“What did you say yesterday Sir? I think conniving, scheming and devilish were your words.” Jayne managed to say through the giggles. “Never a dull moment with your tests, Sir.”

“And never a dull moment with your reactions either my lil subbie.” I replied as I kissed the back of her neck. “Can you stand?”

“Ooooooooooh it’s still stinging like mad.” Jayne said as she reached back and gently touched her striped rump. “But I’m sure I can stand.”

I walked around to the side where our guest was sitting and assisted Jayne off the table. She stood proudly looking straight ahead with shoulders back.

“Show yourself to Mr. Wilson.” I instructed.

My subbie did not hesitate, as she stood in front of her new friend with her hands on her head and legs wide apart. Jayne’s beautiful breasts were rising and falling with her deep breathing and there were droplets of moisture showing on her shaven pussy lips. Mr. Wilson’s looked in admiration and longing as Jayne proudly exposed herself to his gaze. I signalled my subbie to turn around and my order was obeyed instantly. Jayne spread her legs wide apart and bent at the waist, clearly displaying her sore buttocks, anus and vagina to the lonely Dom. Mr. Wilson reached out a hand and stopped within touching distance of the welts across the firm flesh. He looked at me with hope and I nodded my permission for my subbie to be touched. Jayne moaned loudly as his fingertips lightly traced the path of the weals across the twin globes.

“You are so much like my wife.” Mr. Wilson said emotionally as a few tears slid down his cheeks.

“Touch yourself my subbie, you may cum.” I directed quietly.

Mr. Wilson sat back in his chair staring intently as Jayne slid a hand under her tummy for her fingers to touch her pussy. She was moaning loudly as her practised fingers deftly found and rubbed her hard little clit. The punishment had been a huge turn-on for my lovely subbie and it wasn’t long before she collapsed onto the table as a powerful orgasm shuddered through her body. Our guest was now sobbing as Jayne’s submission awoke wonderful memories of his devoted wife. Jayne looked at me with concern as she pushed herself off the table. She held up the fingers glistening with her pussy juices, pointed to Mr. Wilson and mouthed ‘please Sir?’ to me. I nodded my permission, pushed the box of tissues across the table and quietly left the room. I stood in the passage where I could watch but not intrude on the couple. Jayne smiled her thanks and moved to stand directly in front of our upset guest.

“Sir.” My subbie whispered.

Our sobbing guest raised his head to see Jayne wantonly push two damp fingers deep into her vagina. A few seconds later she withdrew the glistening digits and offered them to the amazed Dom. His eyes closed as he opened his mouth to savour the tang of Jayne’s love juices. A moan escaped his lips as they closed around Jayne’s fingers and he sucked greedily on the long-forgotten taste. As Jayne withdrew her fingers he started to sob again as long held-back emotions flooded his mind. My caring subbie moved forward, smothered his face into her breasts and held him while repeatedly whispering, “Let it all out Sir, let it all out.”

With that scene etched in my memory forever I moved away to the kitchen and brewed a fresh jug of coffee. I thought over the experiences of the morning while waiting for my subbie and the older Dom to reappear. Almost twenty minutes had passed before I heard them go to the bathroom to freshen up. Mr. Wilson was smiling brightly as he slowly entered the kitchen closely followed by my happy naked subbie.

“Thank you Ron, I think today may have put my life back on track again.” Mr. Wilson said as we shook hands.

“You won’t stay for coffee?” I asked.
“No thank you, I will call for a taxi with my mobile phone, I want to get home to think.” He replied as he walked unsteadily to the front door where he has left his walking stick. “Thank you again Jayne, you have done more for me today than you realise. I will see you both soon. Goodbye.” I opened the door and Jayne and I watched Mr. Wilson walk unsteadily down the path to the street.

“You were brilliant, absolutely wonderful.” I said as I hugged my subbie.

“Thank you Sir, you sure know how to test a girl.”

“Coffee or something else?” I asked.

“To be honest Sir, what I need right now is a good fuck. That crop sure got my juices going.” Jayne said anxiously.

I just grinned and guided my eager subbie to my bedroom where I quickly stripped and lay down on my back. “I’m all yours my subbie, hop on board and keep those stripes off the sheets.” I pointed to the condoms on the bedside table as I said, “We will have STD tests at the doctors next week so we won’t have to use them all the time.”

Jayne grinned at my words and winced a bit as she climbed stiffly onto the bed. But the lingering pain was soon forgotten as she quickly sucked me to erection, rolled on a condom and lowered her pussy onto my cock. We both moaned with pleasure, as Jayne remained almost motionless while we savoured the sensations of my cock deep inside her sex. After a short time my sexy subbie started to move up and down, slowly at first but picking up speed as the sexual tension built in our bodies. I reached out and grasped hold of Jayne’s bouncing breasts, squeezing the firm flesh and pinching the hard nipples. After the exertions of the morning it wasn’t long before Jayne yelled loudly as the badly needed orgasm shuddered through her body. My wonderful new friend continued to slide up and my cock until I reached my powerful climax. Jayne collapsed forward onto my chest so I wrapped my arms around her while we both recovered from our exertions. Some time later I kissed my tired looking lover, eased her onto the bed to lie on her tummy and slipped out to the kitchen as the phone rang.

“Some well earned nibbles for my little sexpot,” I said as I returned and placed on the bed a large plate of crackers, cheese, chocolate and fresh fruit together with two glasses of orange juice.

“Oh thank you Sir, you are so kind.” Jayne gratefully replied as she carefully eased herself to lie sideways propped up on an elbow. “May I ask some questions?”

“Of course, I think we can regard this as time out, ask away.” I said as I wondered about Jayne’s request.

“Why do you call him Mr. Wilson and not by his christian name?” Jayne inquired as she nibbled on a Jatz cracker and King Island tasty cheese. “This is so yummy, Sir.”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I actually don’t know his first name and nobody I’ve met in the local D/s scene knows either.” I drank some juice and continued. “I do know that his wife always referred to him as Mr. Wilson, never as Sir or Master, so I guess it’s just stuck. He is very well respected by all I have met.”

Jayne thought about my answer for a short time and nodded, “Actually I like calling him Mr. Wilson, he is a lovely man and I hope we helped him this morning.”

“I’m sure you did, I bet we will hear from him soon. Next question?”

“Sir, how old were you when you realised you were dominant?” Jayne asked with a twinkle in her eyes. ” I knew I loved to help people before I reached my teens, but of course I knew nothing about submission at that time.”

“That’s easy, it was a day after my eighteenth birthday.”

“Really?” The surprise showed on Jayne’s face.

“Yes, do you want to hear the story? I’ll try to make a precis of it.” I grinned at Jayne’s vigorous nodding and continued. “The husband of the lady next door to our house had suddenly run off with another woman leaving her all alone. Good riddance my parents reckoned. Anyway Christine, our neighbour, asked my Mother if someone could help her move some heavy books and a bookcase. As you know my Dad was away a lot travelling in the country and I was quite strong so Mum volunteered me.”

Jayne grinned but remained silent as she nibbled on our bedroom picnic.

“So after school on the Monday I went next door to help move the books. There were many heavy old medical books of her father’s and it took nearly an hour to take them from the shelves, move the solid shelves to another room and put the books back on the shelves. Then we were in the kitchen having a cold drink when my dominant streak first surfaced,”

“Uh, Christine, was she attractive?” Jayne interrupted.

I smiled at the question and continued. “Not really, her looks were quite average and her hair always a mess but she had a good figure and really large breasts, about forty-two inches I would guess. And being a randy eighteen-year-old I was always perving at her big chest. Anyway as we stood with our drinks Christine said, “I wish I could pay you or give you something for your hard work and your birthday.” I don’t know where it came from but I replied, “You can show me your breasts.”

“Wow!” Jayne exclaimed.

“Yes, I think I was as surprised as she was. Actually for about two seconds her eyes lit up and she smiled excitedly but the her expression soon changed and she said, “Oh, no we can’t, you’re too young and you live next door.” Her first reaction somehow gave me confidence and I ordered again, “Christine, show me your breasts.” She was terribly flustered and looked around the kitchen and out the window, anywhere but at me. “Come to your bedroom.” I said firmly as I grabbed one of her hands and led her to the front bedroom. I sat on the bed and Christine stood in front of me looking down at the floor. My subbie, I felt so confident, so in control, it is still amazing to look back on.”

I paused for some drink as Jayne waited impatiently for me to continue.

“To make a long story short I told Christine to undo the buttons on her shirt one by one which she did, then to take it off and then her bra. She was blushing bright red but stood there showing her huge breasts with big dark nipples and stretch marks to a horny teenager who hadn’t seen real breasts since he was a baby. I crooked a finger and she stepped right close to me and I was able to reach out and feel the soft, heavy breasts. I squeezed fairly hard and Christine moaned ‘yessssssssss’ so I squeezed my fingers even harder. She obviously loved it so I started to pinch and pull the skin and the nipples.”

“Mmmmmmm, a girl after my own heart.”

“Anyway I lay back on the bed pulling her with me and she straddled my hips and leant forward and smothered my face. All my breast fantasies were coming true as I sucked and nibbled on her teats and I actually bit my teeth into the flesh as well. You can imagine what was happening to my cock in my shorts and Christine could feel it pressing against her too. Just then my Mother rang the front door bell and called out that dinner was nearly ready so that put a quick stop to our playing.”

“So that’s the end of the story?” Jayne asked.

“Oh no, I went back again that night when my Mother went out with some friends. I lost my virginity when I should have been studying. She was a very nice lady Christine, she loved taking orders and we got together a few more times when it was safe. But then one day I got home from school to see her husband’s car in the driveway, he came back to live there again so that put an end to our fun. I did learn a lot from her, end of story.”

“Thank you Sir, that was a lovely story.” Jayne yawned and stretched. “Could this tired little subbie have your permission to have a siesta for a couple of hours?”

I teasingly pretended to think about my reply before saying, “Yes my subbie, it has been a pretty challenging morning for you, I think we can both have the rest of the day off. You stay here and I’ll go outside and garden for a while. But first I must tell you about that phone call, it was about you.”

“About me Sir?” Jayne looked surprised.

“Yes it was Chloe the hairdresser. She wanted to know if we are happy with your haircut and I said yes we are, very happy.”

“Yes, it’s great Sir.” Jayne said as she ruffled her fingers through her short locks. “I love the new me.”

“And she had another question.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“She wanted to know if I would like to watch while she introduced you to the pleasures of sapphic love.”

“What? She wants to get into bed with me?” Jayne was incredulous. “While you watch?”

“That seems to be the general idea, yes.”

“Oh hell, I’ve never done anything with another girl and I’ve never wanted to either.” Jayne looked revolted by Chloe’s question but suddenly she gazed at me seriously, “But I will if you tell me to, Sir.”

“Jayne I admit that watching two sexy women together is a turn on for me but all I want from you is a one word answer, yes or no. I will not force you to do something that obviously repulses you. It is your decision and will not effect the rest of the week, or my final decision.”

Jayne paused as she thought about my words. “Then please thank Chloe but the answer is no.”

“I already told her that I would contact her if your answer was positive.” I said as I eased myself off the bed. “Now you can rest and have your sies…….”

“Thank you Sir, you are so kind, for a Dom.” Jayne giggled as she cut off my reply with a long kiss.

I slipped into my dirty work clothes and left Jayne sleeping soundly while I attended to some much needed pruning and weeding outside. I always enjoy my garden but my mind was well and truly focused on the sexy submissive lady who came into my life just a few days earlier. For a while I rued the missed years that Jayne could have been in my life but I soon dismissed those thoughts to concentrate on the present. I couldn’t have been more pleased with my novice submissive. It’s one thing to read and dream about submission but the actual experience can be so different to the fantasy. I was sure that the tests that I put Jayne through were hard but fair and she was, as I had thought on the first day, born to serve. I was pruning some rose bushes in the back garden when Jayne arrived looking beautiful in a loose fitting one-piece floral dress.

“Hi Sir,” She said with a bright smile, “Thank you for letting me sleep, I feel much better although my arse is still a bit sore.”

“I thought I told you not to call me Sir when we are outside?” I asked quietly but angrily.

“But nobody can see us here.” Jayne protested before clamping a hand over her mouth as she realised that she had slipped and then questioned my authority once again.

“Do you know if our neighbour is just the other side of the fence?”

Jayne looked down at the ground as she turned her head from side to side in a silent reply.

“Get back inside and prepare something for dinner, have it ready at six. I will deal with you after that.” I ordered.

“Yes Ron.” Jayne whispered meekly before scuttling back inside the house.

I completed my pruning in a disturbed state of mind, how could I get it through to Jayne that our unique relationship was for our private times only? As I was clearing up the garden cuttings and placing them in the garden recycle bin an idea occurred to me. I returned to the house in a better frame of mind although I stayed clear of the kitchen until six. The dining room table was immaculately presented with a setting for one person and I placed an extra cushion on the seat opposite mine.

“Jayne, set another placing, you will always eat with me.” I paused before adding, “While you are here.”

Jayne must have had the extra placing ready on a tray as the worried subbie rushed from the kitchen. “Yes Sir, I will remember that Sir.”

Delicious homemade vegetable soup was served and Jayne whispered, “Thank you for the extra cushion Sir,” as she eased her bruised buttocks onto the seat.

The rest of the tasty meal was eaten in complete silence as I let the tension build in the small dining room. I wasn’t that mad at my subbie but I was determined to get my point into her head and mental pressure can be just as telling as physical.

“That was delicious Jayne.” I said as I stood after coffee, “Finish up in the kitchen, make sure your bladder is empty and report to the den.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

“Oh, and I’ll inspect the kitchen later.” I added as a throwaway line as I left the dining room.

Fifteen minutes later Jayne knocked on the doorframe and stood at attention awaiting my instructions. I signalled with a finger for her to enter and as she stood before me I unbuttoned down the front of her dress to her waist. I pushed it from Jayne’s her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor around her feet.

“On the table, face down.” I instructed.

Jayne quickly complied with my order and spread her legs wide apart. After a close inspection of her buttocks I took a tube from a drawer and Jayne jumped as I squirted some of the cold gel onto the bruised area.

“This will help ease the bruising.” I said as I gently rubbed the gel into the skin.

Much to Jayne’s surprise the good Dom was in action again and she moaned as my fingers slid between her thighs to brush close to her labia. I could feel my subbie relaxing under my hands as I applied the cooling gel.

“Turn over.”

Jayne heaved herself around and, after easing her bum onto the table, spread her legs wide apart and looked at me expectantly. “Thank you Sir, that felt lovely.”

“You like roses Jayne?” I asked casually as I walked around the table securing her wrists and ankles with the cuffs.

“I love roses Sir.” Jayne replied cautiously.

I reached into a large paper bag on my desk, withdrew a handful of rose petals and scattered them along the body of my subbie. Jayne’s brow furrowed deeply as another handful of red, yellow, white and pink petals followed the others across her figure. Jayne forced a smile as I recorded her situation on the digital camera.

“My lovely subbie, the only problem with roses is that the flowers come attached to branches with sharp thorns.”

Jayne gasped as I withdrew a short length of branch from a rose bush and proceeded to slowly remove the leaves leaving only the thorns. I placed the bare branch over the petals covering Jayne’s pussy and retrieved another branch from the bag. I was enjoying myself immensely as I removed the leaves and placed the branch gently over my subbie’s breasts.

“So my subbie, do you think you can ever learn not to refer to me as Sir when we are outside?” I asked nonchalantly as I dealt with a third thorny branch and placed it across her tummy.

“Yes Sir, I’m sure I have learnt my lesson. It will not happen again.” Jayne replied definitely.

“It had better not, or………..” I left the sentence unfinished as I picked up the branch from her breasts, bent down and blew off the petals.

Jayne winced as I lightly brushed some rose thorns across the curve of her right breast.

“Come now my lover of pain, that didn’t hurt did it?” I asked as I brushed the thorns over my left arm using similar pressure. “Remember that the safe word can be ignored if I am sure you are faking it.”

“No Sir, it didn’t hurt, I just expected it to.” Jayne explained lamely. “I remember what you said about the safe, OWWWWWWW SHIT!”

Jayne’s exclamation was a result of a thorn being pressed firmly against her right nipple. I nodded in satisfaction at her reaction as I scraped the twig of thorns over both breasts leaving light scratch marks. My subbie gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes tightly as I continued scratching the smooth white skin of her firm breasts. Jayne felt my breath blowing the petals from her tummy and pussy and moaned as she anticipated what might follow. My sexy subbie yelped as I pinched her left nipple, pulled it up towards her chin and firmly scratched the underside of the breast. Little red pinpricks of blood appeared on the white flesh and I wondered if I had gone a little too far. But Jayne reacted bravely with a guttural moan and the aroma from her pussy confirmed that I could proceed. I repeated the process on her left breast then scraped a new branch quickly and firmly in all directions across Jayne’s tummy.

“Ohhhhhhh God!” Jayne screamed and her back arched off the table as an unexpected orgasm suddenly shuddered through her body.

Jayne eyes looked at me with shock as I nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders and scraped the last branch of thorns down the soft flesh on the inside of my subbie’s right thigh. This was the first time I had played with rose thorns and Jayne’s reaction was as much a surprise to me as it was to her. The inside of the thigh is a very sensitive place and I continued to scratch both legs and Jayne moaned loudly as she coped with the twin sensations of pain and pleasure. I paused allowing my subbie to calm a little before holding the thorns a few millimetres above the smooth shaven lips of her pussy. Jayne noisily sucked air into her lungs through clenched teeth as she squeezed her eyes closed in readiness for the expected pain.

Unknown to my subbie I dropped the thorn branch under the table and positioned my flat left hand over her groin. Jayne screamed again as five quick firm smacks on her pussy lips resulted in a second climax sweeping convulsingly through her writhing figure. I am sure that Jayne would have fallen off the table if she were not secured with the cuffs. Five more quick smacks on her labia ensured that a third climax quickly followed the second as we both learnt more about my subbie’s responses to different stimuli. Jayne’s eyes were pleading for me to continue as miniature peaks of pleasure continued to vibrate through her shaking figure. I smiled as I slowly circled the table removing the cuffs as I allowed Jayne some time to calm and compose herself. Jayne’s breasts were still heaving as I stood beside the table looking down on my perspiring subbie.

I held my right hand above Jayne’s left shoulder and said, “When I touch your shoulder you will cum again.”

Jayne’s immediate reaction to my order was to roll her eyes but she quickly closed them to cover what I would rightfully consider to be further insubordination. I grinned to myself and counted silently and slowly to twenty before gently touching her shoulder.

“Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Jayne’s eyes shot open and she yelled loudly as her back arched off the table with the force of another powerful climax.

I reached across Jayne’s shuddering figure and held the edge of the table to ensure that she did not fall. I was sorely tempted to touch her shoulder again but decided to refrain until another time. When I was satisfied that Jayne was safe I sat on my chair and waited until my panting submissive was ready to talk. I placed the water bottle in her right hand and she gratefully drank some of the cool liquid. Ten minutes must have passed before Jayne was relaxed on the table and able to put a few words together.

The scratches and pinpricks of dried blood on her breasts were examined before she turned to me and said huskily, “Amazing Sir, just fuckin’ amazing.”

“There’s a fine line.” I replied, deliberately stopping at that point.

“There certainly is Sir.” Jayne managed to push herself upright and sit facing me with her legs dangling over the edge of the table. “And one that’s a pleasure to learn from you.”

I rose from my chair, put my arms around Jayne and hugged her tightly. “You are doing very well my subbie, you certainly were born to serve.”

“Born to serve,” Jayne whispered as we hugged. “I love that saying.”

“Can I trust you not to call me Sir outside the house now?” I asked.

Jayne eased herself from my grasp and looked me straight in the eyes. “Yes Sir, I’m sure you can, I absolutely hate to let you down and disappoint you.” She paused before continuing with a twinkle in her eyes. “Although Sir, with wonderful punishments like that, te, he, he.”
I chuckled at Jayne’s last words, “Yes, I can see that painful punishments are the wrong thing for a lover of pain like you, but I’m sure I can come up with something.”

“I’m sure you can Sir,” Jayne said as she muffled a yawn.

“It’s been a long and eventful day, I think an early night would be good for you, off you go.”

“Oh, yes Sir.” Jayne was surprised by my instruction but eased herself off the table. “But before I go is there anything I can do for you?” She licked her lips and looked at my groin. “It seems that I seem to be getting most of the pleasure today.”

“Your submission is my pleasure my cheeky subbie.” I replied with a grin as I felt the familiar stirring in my groin. “But I agree with your suggestion, help yourself.”

Jayne’s eyes lit up and she licked her lips again in anticipation as she dropped quickly to her knees. Her nimble fingers soon had my pants and undies off and I was able to sit back in my chair. My subbie moaned as she licked up and down my shaft and sucked gently on each ball before taking my penis into her mouth. For a while I was able to relax and let Jayne make full use of her oral skills without me providing any guidance. My cock was soon erect with my subbie creating wonderful sensations as her lips slid up and down my shaft. At one stage Jayne stopped sucking and applied little butterfly kisses all over the knob while looking up at me with what could only be described as adoration. Jayne’s eyes remained locked on mine as she opened her mouth wide and slowly swallowed the full length of my erection until her lips touched the base of my shaft. My natural dominance took over and Jayne grunted as I grabbed a handful of her hair. I recalled my subbie’s plea of ‘fuck my face, Sir’ as I firmly guided her mouth up and down my cock. My resolve to delay my climax was soon inevitably broken as my natural urges took over and my cum spurted into Jayne’s welcoming mouth. I let go of her hair and felt one of my sexy subbie’s hands pumping my shaft as she sucked and licked greedily on the sticky white goo. I slumped back in my chair sucking air into my lungs as I watched my lover swoon as she swallowed my cum. My flaccid cock remained in Jayne’s mouth as she awaited instructions.

“Arise Lady Cock Sucker.” I gasped.

Jayne sucked the last few drops into her mouth before squatting back on her heels. “Thank you Sir, I loved it when you took control. I was screaming silently at you to fuck my face, and you did.” She grinned at her admission and licked around her lips.

“You are doing very well Jayne, I couldn’t be more pleased with your progress.”

Jayne beamed with pleasure at my words. “Thank you, Ron, Sir.” Tears of emotion welled in her eyes.

“Come on young lady, time for bed.” I said as I stood and helped Jayne to her feet. “I think you need some sleep, tomorrow might be another busy day.”

“I will sleep well tonight, if you let me.” Jayne replied with a cheeky grin. “Thank you for another wonderful day.” We hugged and kissed before I pushed my subbie towards the door. “Goodnight Sir.”

“Goodnight my subbie, you can clean up in here in the morning.”

“Yes Sir!” Jayne called over her shoulder from the doorway before turning and asking. “You will inspect the kitchen Sir?”

“Do I need to?”

“No Sir, of course not.” Jayne smiled, blew a kiss and then left for bed.

I dressed and tried to read for a while but my mind kept wandering to the wonderful submissive who had suddenly changed my life. I eventually retired to sleep in a happy frame of mind at the way the week with Jayne was proceeding.

DAY FIVE

Among the bills in the mail the next day was a hand written letter from Mr. Wilson. I read it through then called Jayne who was catching up with some housework with the vacuum.

“Read this out loud please.” I asked as I handed over the letter. “It’s from Mr. Wilson.”

“Yes Sir.” Jayne replied with a puzzled expression as she opened out the two sheets of paper and began to read. “Dear Ron, I want to thank you again for the care and understanding I received yesterday from you and your wonderful submissive. The time I spent alone with Jayne and the release of emotion that I had been holding in since the death of my wife was overwhelming.” Jayne cleared her throat and continued. “When I got home I did a lot of thinking and realised that I have wasted too many years feeling sorry for myself. At sixty-one I thought I was too old for D/s but I now know this is not true.” Jayne looked at me, “This is wonderful Sir.”

I nodded my agreement and waved Jayne to continue.

“Ron, I took your advice and visited an old friend in the scene who has a computer. He showed me how to connect to a site where kinky people can advertise for a partner and I was able to browse the local adverts for women looking for men. I was delighted and amazed to see a few adverts from submissives looking for a mature Dom. I know that some may be false and misleading but I’m sure I can soon sort them out. This morning my friend is taking me shopping for a computer and he will show me the basic procedures. I don’t know if I will find a subbie as wonderful as your Jayne but I’m going to give it a damn good try. Thanks to you and Jayne I have regained my zest for life and for that I will always be grateful. Be well, Noel Wilson. Oh my god, Sir, he wrote his name!” Jayne exclaimed as some tears rolled down her cheeks.

I grinned at the tears as Jayne and I hugged. “That is a letter to treasure my subbie, you can rightfully be very proud of yourself. I will copy it for you.”

“Thank you Sir.” Jayne’s smile lit up her face as she folded the letter and passed it to me. “It is wonderful to help people.” She paused as she wiped the tearstains from her cheeks. “Sir, may I ask if you have plans for today?”

“Lunch at noon, sharp, then your training continues.”

“Yes Sir, I will get back to the cleaning?” Jayne asked as an excited shiver ran through her body.

“Yes please my subbie.” I turned Jayne around and gave her one quick whack on her bum as she giggled and hurried back to the vacuum cleaner.

After a delicious light lunch I instructed Jayne to have a quick shower and then return to the kitchen. While she was away I retrieved a well-hidden brown paper bag that contained the ginger root I had purchased while Jayne was having her hair cut a few days previous. When my sexy nude subbie returned to the kitchen I instructed her to sit down, watch and remain silent. With a small sharp knife I carefully skinned a piece of ginger and formed it smoothly into something resembling the shape of a butt plug. The concave area took some care but eventually I was happy with my piece of ginger sculpture. Jayne’s eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she silently watched and tried to anticipate exactly what I had in mind. I washed the ginger plug carefully in cold water, sealed it in a new plastic bag and then silently escorted my nervous subbie to my bedroom. Jayne eyed the sheet of plastic over the bed covered only by a pillow on top of a large towel and looked at me warily.

“Right Jayne, up on the bed, face down.” I instructed.

“Yes Sir.” There were many questions running around in Jayne’s mind but she took a deep breath and quickly settled into position over the pillow.

“Always have your legs like this.” I instructed in a tone of annoyance as I played the bad Dom.

I grasped Jayne’s ankles and she groaned at her momentary lapse as I spread her legs wide apart. My subbie’s anus and vagina were wide open to my gaze and touch and she groaned as I played my fingertips over her smoothly shaven labia.

“Very nice shaving Jayne.” The good Dom had returned as I commended my subbie while I grabbed the camera for a close-up. “How do you feel about exposing yourself to me?”

“Thank you for the compliment, Sir.” Jayne replied carefully, “It makes me so wet when you inspect me, I love it and I loved exposing myself to Mr. Wilson when you ordered me to yesterday. Ohhhhhh!”

Jayne’s exclamation came from some cool lubrication being rubbed around the puckered entrance to her arse. I took the ginger plug from the bag and knelt on the bed beside my puzzled subbie. Jayne had obviously never heard of the centuries-old English custom of figging but she was about to experience the effects of ginger root. I pushed the plug of ginger firmly against Jayne’s anus and nodded in appreciation as she automatically relaxed her sphincter. The juice of the root provided a natural lubricant enabling the plug to slide easily into her anal passage. My subbie moaned as her sphincter closed around the narrow part of the plug and she wiggled her bum as she settled onto the pillow. I quickly washed my hands in the bathroom as any ginger in either Jayne’s or my eyes could have dire consequences. As I returned to the bedroom Jayne was starting to squirm on the bed as she experienced the first effects of the ginger in her arse.

“Oooooooo, it’s getting hot.” Jayne twisted her head to look at me with an expression of concern.

“Really?” I think I managed to show genuine surprise as I sat in a chair beside the bed to watch proceedings. “That’s good, because figging is renowned for it’s heat.”

“Owwwwwww shit!” Jayne’s legs started to kick as the heat from the ginger grew more intense.

My subbie gave me a filthy look as I smiled and watched as she wriggled vigorously over the pillow. From my previous experience with ginger I knew that it felt cool at first but then warmed up steadily until it felt like it was burning inside the lower bowel. I also knew that ginger is extremely safe and would cause no harm despite the intensity of the pain. It was obvious that Jayne was now experiencing the burning sensations as she writhed and became very vocal on the bed.

“Ohhhhhhhhh God Sir!” Jayne screamed. “I can’t stand it! Fucking hell it’s agony!” My subbies fists were thumping the bed as she reacted to the ginger.

I decided to try and take Jayne’s mind off the intense heat with some external distractions so I withdrew a silver vibrator from under the mattress. Jayne’s squirming was even more pronounced but I managed to hold her still enough to slide the buzzing vibe deep into her pussy. The camera recorded the wonderful image of Jayne’s buttocks with the butt of ginger protruding from her arse and the silver vibe in her pussy.

“Urrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!” Another side effect of the ginger is the creation of extreme horniness, especially if a little juice from the ginger touches the vagina and Jayne screamed as a powerful orgasm shuddered through her thrashing figure.

I was in a devilish mood that day and I couldn’t resist slipping a short bamboo cane from beneath the mattress. Jayne’s eyes were screwed shut as she fought to cope with the powerful sensations within her body but they quickly opened when the cane cracked across her buttocks.

“Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!” What the fuck are you doing?” She shrieked.

“Such language from a lady!” I retorted as the cane bit into her flesh for the second time.

“Nooooooooooooooo,” The loud plea was cut short by another strong climax. “Jeeeeesssssssuuuuuusssssssss Chrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiissttttttt.”

“Such blasphemy!”

Two quick blows with the cane sent my noisy subbie writhing violently close to the far edge of the bed. I had to drop the cane to reach over and drag her back to near the centre. The vibrator had slipped from her saturated pussy so I switched it off and pushed it to one side. The pillow was of no further use at that time so I flicked it onto the floor.

A few minutes later Jayne’s wild contortions began to subside a little as she sobbed and loudly pleaded, “Pleeeeeaaaaasssse Sir, fuck me, fuck me!”

The burning effect of the ginger was lessening but Jayne’s sexual urgency had reached new heights. I continued to torment my wriggling subbie by undressing very slowly before I placed the plastic bag over my right hand and knelt beside her on the bed. I took hold of the end of the ginger plug and slowly eased it from Jayne’s suffering anus. A loud sigh showed my subbie’s relief as I sealed the plug in the bag and threw it on the floor. I was surprised by Jayne’s wild aggression as she belligerently twisted her trembling body to lay on her back.

“Fuck me!”

The screaming demand through gritted teeth was accentuated by the wanton display of my subbie’s glistening pussy as she lifted her knees high and held them against her shoulders. I was aware that I had lost some control of the situation but I was unworried as I could see the effect the ginger root had on Jayne’s sexuality. I hurriedly rolled on a condom, knelt between the slim thighs and pushed my cock deep into the extremely moist and sensitive pussy. I pushed my torso forward and reached out with both hands to grab the timber rail at the head of the bed. This enabled me to support Jayne’s legs as I started to thrust my erection quickly in and out of her vagina. My subbie’s next screeching climax happened quickly and she continued to thrash fiercely while urging me to continue the wild fuck. Perspiration was dripping from me as our mutual loud grunts and moans filled the room. I could feel my climax approaching but I gritted my teeth and continued to give Jayne the fucking she needed so desperately. The inevitable orgasm soon shuddered through my body as my seed spurted into the condom deep inside my crazed lover. Grumbling noises came from Jayne as I eased my cock from the confines of her pussy but then she screamed as another powerful orgasm shuddered through her body.

“Nooooooooooooooooooo!”

Jayne’s long cry of anguish came as a squirt of warm liquid splashed against my legs. The final frenzied climax had resulted in my subbie losing control of her bladder! My mortified lover grabbed the towel and held it against her groin to try and prevent the spread of her urine. My uncontrolled laughter did not help the situation as I rolled and lay on my back on the damp plastic. Jayne was in a state of total confusion as she tried to mop up the urine while dealing with small climaxes that continued to shake through her trembling body.

“It’s ok Jayne, that’s why I put the plastic on the bed.” I tried a few calming words.

“What! You knew that was going to happen?” Jayne shrieked incredulously. “How could you let me piss myself like that?”

It was time to regain control so I scrambled to my knees on the slippery plastic and grabbed Jayne’s shoulders. “Jayne take some deep breaths and calm down now! I am not upset with you at all, you coped amazingly well with the ginger plug, pissing was a possibility so I took precautions.”

My subbie forced herself to take deep breaths through gritted teeth as she fought with her emotions. The angry expression on her face slowly calmed as she realised that I was not upset about her loss of bladder control.

“For someone who coped with walking the length of Southland in piss stained jeans you sure reacted differently today.” I chuckled and grinned as I attempted to ease Jayne’s tension.

I was relieved to feel Jayne’s shoulders relax as she managed a wry smile as she panted, “But this is your bed, in your bedroom, Sir.”

I nodding in understanding at my subbie’s reaction and surprised her by pulling her to me for a long sexy kiss. “Everything is fine, ok?”

“Yes Sir,” Jayne’s body was still shaking but she smiled and looked around at the mess of the damp plastic sheet and towel. “What do we do now?”

I grinned and winked before swivelling around and pulling open a drawer next to the bed. I removed two more old large towels and a large rubbish bag. I spread one towel on the floor, stood carefully and wiped a few drops of liquid off my legs and feet with the other towel. Then I helped Jayne off the bed where she managed to stand on wobbly legs while I dried her feet and all the droplets off her body. Next I carefully folded the damp plastic sheet and dropped it in the rubbish bag with the three smelly towels. Jayne was shaking her head in admiration as I lifted her into my arms and staggered the short distance to the shower. Hot water, shampoo and plenty of soap were applied as Jayne steadied herself while I thoroughly washed and rinsed all of her body. After assisting my subbie to a bathroom stool I quickly cleaned myself in the shower before drying us with large soft towels. Again I lifted my emotionally drained subbie, carried her to the spare bedroom and placed her on the cool sheets.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” I said with a grin before running to the kitchen.

Jayne groaned as I returned with a bottle of Gatorade and two glasses. “Gatorade? Surely I deserve champagne after being stuffed with that ginger butt plug.”

“Cheeky subbie.” I admonished cheerfully. “I have more ginger……….”

“Gatorade, just what we need after all that sweating.” Jayne interrupted as she grabbed the bottle and filled both glasses.

We both laughed and toasted ourselves with the reviving drink before lying back on the bed.

“My bum is still quite hot inside.” Jayne said as she wriggled on the bed. “I would like to ask some questions about, what did you call it, fligging?”

“Close but not quite, its called figging. The effects of a long session can last for up to two days apparently. Anyway ask away, this is time out for sure.”

“First, I have the feeling that I may have used some unladylike words and I hope I didn’t offend you, Sir.”

“You did and no offence taken.” I chuckled as I cuddled Jayne close to me.

“Thank you Sir.” Jayne kissed me impulsively on the cheek. “To be honest at one stage I didn’t know what I was doing, I was out of control. My arse was so hot and I think you used the cane, I didn’t know whether I was going to cum, piss or shit myself.”

“You were rather excited, and that’s an understatement.” I laughed.

“And those damn orgasms mixed in with the pain from my arse, whew.” Jayne shook her head in amazement. “No wonder I feel completely fucked, Sir.”

“You had some questions?”

“Oh yes, where did this figging come from?”

“That’s easy, jolly old England of course. Apparently an irritating “fig” of ginger would be inserted into the rear of show horses to make them to hold their tail high. Also some Victorian corporal punishment methods involved figging to humiliate the culprit while caning which was used widely during those times.”

“I would have been in trouble all the time if I’d lived then.” Jayne giggled. “So Sir, why the bed and not tie me to the table in your den of iniquity?”

“Because I knew the effect it would have on you and the way you thrashed around you could have dislocated a joint, or pulled a tendon or muscle if tied down. So it was safer for you on the softer bed where I could hold you if necessary.”

“I should have known you were thinking of me, you are such a caring Dom, I am very lucky.”

“I think we are both very lucky.” I said as I raised myself up on an elbow and kissed my subbie with great affection. “I’m going out for an hour or so, you rest here and I’ll bring some pasta home for dinner, ok?”

“Very ok thank you Sir.” Jayne replied with a grateful smile.

I dressed and visited a special shop where I organised another surprise for my adorable subbie. Then I killed some time by calling in on Noel Wilson who was having an interesting and somewhat frustrating time with his new computer. I was able to help him with a couple of problems and he was happily browsing the Internet when I left.

I collected the pasta and some chocolate dessert for dinner and arrived home to find Jayne waiting at the door. She had dozed for a while then cleaned and tidied my bedroom and set the table ready for dinner. We had a lovely evening and Jayne was delighted when I told her we were going for a drive tomorrow with lunch at a country pub. After dinner we watched a movie on television and retired with instructions for Jayne to wake me at seven thirty.
DAY SIX

I awoke with a start and for a short time was unsure of what was happening. I blinked through sleepy eyes at strange movement under my duvet then my brain focused on familiar sensations. I lifted the cover and burst out laughing at the sight of my nude subbie sucking gently on my semi-erect cock.

Jayne looked at me and stopped sucking long enough to say. “Good morning Sir. This is your seven thirty wake up call, I hope you slept well.”

A brilliant smile was followed by a blown kiss and Jayne resumed her favourite sexual pleasure. Fortunately I had visited the toilet about ninety minutes earlier so a full bladder was not going to interrupt my morning glory. I relaxed back on the bed while I watched and enjoyed my subbie sucking me to another wonderful orgasm. After receiving permission to release my penis from her mouth my subbie asked what she should wear for our outing before rushing happily to prepare breakfast.

At ten o’clock Jayne was ready and waiting by the front door dressed as required in a loose knee length black skirt and plain white blouse. A small white bra prevented her nipples from being seen by the public and she wore heeled sandals that accentuated the curvy shape of her legs. She was a little puzzled by my instruction to also bring socks and sneakers but smiled brightly as she looked forward to a day out.

I held the car door open for my sexy subbie and she stopped when she saw a towel folded neatly on the seat.

“Uh oh, I feel another test coming on.” Jayne said with a nervous giggle.

“Just pull your skirt up around your waist and sit your cute arse on the towel.” I instructed.

“Yes Ron,” Jayne replied carefully as she hiked her skirt up and hopped into the car.

I closed the door; moving quickly around to my seat and ignoring Jayne’s worried look as I settled behind the wheel. My subbie’s eyes opened wide as I opened a small brown paper bag and produced a silver plated egg.

“Put this inside you and belt up.” I ordered as I handed it to Jayne.

“Um, in my pussy Sir, I mean Ron?”

“You would rather I shoved it up your arse?” I asked with more than a hint of sarcasm as I started the car and fastened my belt. “And Sir is ok in the car.” I must admit that I had grown used to and loved being called Sir.

“Oh no Sir, thank you Sir.” Jayne was quite flustered but lifted the front of her skirt and eased the egg between her shaven labia. “Ohhhhhh that feels sexy.” She breathed as she pushed the egg a bit deeper, dropped her skirt and fastened the safety belt.

A minute later we were on our way as I turned onto the main road and headed for the nearby hills. We got a good run of green lights as I pointed out various local places of interest and taught Jayne the names of the suburbs. Our luck with the lights eventually ran out as I applied the brakes and stopped at a major crossroad.

“Be ready for when the lights change green.” I warned.

“Ready Sir, for what? Jayne queried.

“You’ll soon find out.” I chuckled.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh God!” Jayne shrieked as the lights turn to green and I accelerated the car forward.

My subbie grabbed her groin with one hand and the dashboard with the other as the silver egg suddenly vibrated deep in her pussy. I glanced at Jayne to see her looking at me in amazement while she wriggled furiously on her seat. I just grinned at her before concentrating on the traffic around me.

“Oh it’s stopped.” Jayne exclaimed as she relaxed again on the seat. “How did you do that Sir?” How did you make the damn egg buzz around?”

“I told you my subbie, the red to green traffic light sets it off.” I braked again as the next set of lights changed to amber. “How could I do it? Both my hands are on the steering wheel. Get ready for these lights.”

“Sheeeeeeeesh.” Jayne looked furious as we sat watching the red light. “No way Sir, the lights can’t set it offfffffffffffffffffffffffffuckin hell!”

The egg vibrated immediately the green light shone and Jayne’s priceless reaction was hilarious as I eased the car forward. I was laughing loudly as my turned-on lover cursed loudly as she jiggled madly on her seat. Jayne was so involved with the sensations created by the egg that she didn’t realise that I was driving well under the speed limit to try and catch the next red light.

“Hell, it’s gone red.” Jayne panted as she looked ahead at the next set of lights. “I’m gonna cum if this happens again Sir.”

“Well I can’t stop it,” I replied as I slowed and stopped at the lights. “The egg is set for green lights and some other things.”

Seconds passed as Jayne sat silently as she contemplated her situation. “Other things? What sort of ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit!”

The lights turned green, the egg burst into action and I started driving. Jayne’s body started to shake as her first orgasm of the day shuddered through her body. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry as she gripped the dashboard with both hands. Somehow I managed to catch two more sets of red lights and each time the green light set the egg and Jayne into wild action. Suddenly we left the last suburb and the road ran between fields of lush green grass.

“I think you can relax now my subbie. We are out of the traffic light area now.”

Jayne slumped back in her seat and looked at me with a mixture of annoyance and wonder. “Oh God, you keep on surprising me Sir,” She puffed. “I love it but I need a break.”

“You may not get one, I see some cattle up ahead.” I warned.

“Cattle? I suppose if one of them moos the damn egg will start again?” Jayne’s sarcasm was obvious.

“Not moo, fart.” I managed to reply with a straight face.

Jayne burst into uproarious laughter and she shrieked, “A cow’s fart can set off the egg?”

“Yes, and a dog’s bark.” I added as we neared the small herd. But my shaking shoulders showed how much I was holding back my laughter.

“Oh Sir you are so funny.” Jayne giggled. “I don’t know how you are doing this but a farting cooooooooooooooooowwww!”

The egg had burst into life as we passed the cows and I yelled, “One of them must have farted.”

Another powerful orgasm had my subbie moaning and cursing loudly as we cruised along the smooth country bitumen road. I was really enjoying myself at Jayne’s discomfort but my devoted new lover was having trouble dealing with the circumstances.

“This can’t be happening.” Jayne muttered to herself when she calmed down. “Lights, cows and dogs, I must be dreaming. Owww, why did you pinch me Sir?”

“To prove that you’re not dreaming.” I explained before concentrating as we hit the bends before the small township of Yarra Glen.

“Is this where we are having lunch?” Jayne asked as she looked at the old shops and pub.

“No, it’s a bit early and there is a better pub up in the hills.” I could hardly contain my delight as we crested a small hill on the outskirts of the town to see a group of school children waiting at a pedestrian crossing.

“Oh hell, more lights!” Jayne moaned as the car glided to a halt at the red light.

We watched the happy kids chatting as they crossed the road under the supervision of a teacher who gave us a smile. The lights turned green before all the kids were across the road and we sat there as the egg burst into life and Jayne shrieked loudly. The side windows of the car were down and the teacher and kids all turned to look at the occupants of the car.

“She’s very ticklish.” I called to the teacher who nodded warily and shepherded the children quickly towards the school.

Jayne had given in to the climax and was slumped back in her chair moaning with her eyes closed as her body shook uncontrollably. I decided that it was time for an explanation and slowed the car onto the grass verge. But fate intervened when just up the road I saw a dog outside a small cottage on the edge of town. I couldn’t resist driving a little further and stopping just short of the silent, tail wagging dog.

As Jayne finally calmed and opened her eyes I said, “Look sweetie a dog, I’ll make him bark and see if the egg works again.”

“If you wish Sir, whatever…….” Jayne looked as if she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry but braced herself in readiness for the next onslaught of the egg.

I pressed the horn button twice and the dog immediately started barking loudly.

“Oh dear, it didn’t work.” Jayne sighed before adding sarcastically, “What a pity Sir, perhaps the dog needs to fart too?”

“Such sarcasm from a subbie.” I replied with good humour. “Hmmmm perhaps it only works on Labradors?” I paused as Jayne burst into a fit of giggles. “Would you like an explanation Ms. Cheeky?”

“There is an explanation?” Jayne asked hopefully, “Yes please Sir.”

“Why don’t you rescue the egg and I’ll explain while I drive.”

Jayne quickly looked around before fumbling under her skirt. “I am so wet, you have no idea what that egg was doing to me Sir. Oh, hell, mmmmmm, urrggghhh, ahhhhhh, that’s so good. Gotcha you slippery lil bastard.” Jayne triumphantly held up the glistening silver egg. “May I clean it, Sir?”

I nodded and watched as my sexy subbie erotically held the egg to her lips. Just as Jayne started licking her juices the egg suddenly started to vibrate and she dropped it into her lap in fright.

“Jesus, it’s off again!” My shocked subbie yelled and then looked at me as I burst into loud laughter. “You’re doing aren’t you Sir? You must be doing it!”

I nodded and pulled Jayne towards me so she could see all of my side of the car. I pointed down to the footrest against the transmission tunnel and moved my foot to one side. Taped onto the footrest was a small red button.

“See that red button?” I laughed.

“Yes, Sir.” Jayne said slowly, nodding her head as the pennies began to drop.

“Watch.” I moved my foot back over the button and pressed gently causing the egg to vibrate in my subbies lap. “It’s a remote control. Noel assisted me yesterday when I went out.”

“You men and your remote controls, grrrrrrr.” Jayne giggled at her little joke. “And all that bull about green lights, cows and dogs.”

I removed my foot from the button, started the car and drove back onto the main road. I stayed silent knowing that Jayne would have some more to say. Eight minutes later we left the farming country and started up the winding Melba Highway into the hills.

“May I comment please Sir?” Jayne enquired quietly.

“Of course my subbie.”

“You have the most amazing ways of giving me pleasure while my mind is in almost total confusion.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you.”

“Yesterday with the figging and today with the egg, I had so many powerful orgasms mixed in with pain and my head spinning like a top.” Jayne paused again as she thought. “But at no time in my confusion, in fact no time since we met, have I felt like I wanted to run away.” The awe in my subbie’s voice was overwhelming. “I have total trust in you, Sir. Thank you so much.”

“The pleasure and trust is mutual Slave Jayne. I told you that first night how I felt a strong connection and I couldn’t be happier with the way you have submitted to me.”

Jayne laughed at the words ‘Slave Jayne ‘ as we continued to chat about the past few days and soon the old pub at Toolangi came into view. We enjoyed a lovely meal in the cool interior of the pub’s dining room with Jayne the centre of attention of the other diners, particularly the men.

After lunch I continued to drive away from the city through the high trees of the hardwood forest and I surprised Jayne by turning off the sealed road onto a rough sidetrack. The car bumped slowly up the track until we came to a small stand of well-established pine trees. They had been planted as an investment years ago to eventually end up as small rolls of paper in bathrooms all around the country. I stopped the car, unbuckled both safety belts and turned in my seat to face my slightly concerned subbie.

“Hands on your head.”

Jayne reacted immediately as I knew she would and sat facing straight ahead as the next phase of her training commenced. I lifted the front of her skirt to expose her pussy and held the hem to Jayne’s mouth. She automatically grasped the hem between her teeth and grunted as I pushed her legs wider apart before easing two fingers into her juicy slit. For a couple of minutes I teased my subbie as my fingers explored everywhere I could reach in her vagina. Jayne’s eyes were shut and she was moaning loudly as I withdrew my fingers and placed the egg hard up against the aroused little clit. A few seconds of vibration was all that was needed before Jayne’s body again shuddered with the pleasures of a powerful climax.

“Right Jayne, out of the car, strip and put your sneakers on.”

“Y’yes Sir.” My subbie was still dealing with the orgasm but managed to nod her agreement and open her door. I jumped out, retrieved a slim whippy cane and a rug from the rear of the car and walked around to watch Jayne. She had swapped the sandals for her socks and sneakers and was now standing on slightly wobbly legs removing her skirt, blouse and bra. Shortly after she stood ready at attention warily eyeing the cane as I locked the car.

“Follow me.”

Carrying the rug and cane I set off up the hill between a straight row of pine trees with my naked obedient subbie following close behind. Underfoot was a little slippery with a few inches of fallen pine needles covering the forest floor. But we made fairly good progress and after about ten minutes we arrived on top of the main ridge. Ahead of us the view opened out and we could see the city in the far distance through the slight heat haze.

“The view is better in winter when the air is clearer.” I explained after I used the cane to point out the central business district, the blue waters of the bay and the suburb where we lived.

“Then we must come up here in winter.” Jayne panted as she caught her breath before adding almost under her breath, “Gee, I can’t wait.”

I chose to ignore the last comment as I walked about fifty metres along the ridge to where a large old fallen gum tree lay on the ground. After checking the trunk and surrounding area for snakes I spread the rug over the smooth trunk and guided Jayne to stand in front of me.

“Still no limits my lover of pain?” I asked as I flicked the cane against my boot.

Jayne looked me straight in the eyes as she stood at attention. “To be honest Sir, I am not sure about that now. But use me as you wish, I am your slave, ummm I mean submissive, Sir.”

“Good answer my subbie, face down over the rug, now. Twelve of the best coming up.” I hoped that my voice didn’t give away the nervous tension in my tummy. Had I overstepped the mark by bringing Jayne up here? Should her first caning have been at home? Doubt was running around in my mind but I resolved to push on.

“Yes Sir!” Jayne shivered at my last words as she carefully lay down over the covered trunk of the old gum and spread her legs wide apart.

I moved into place and tapped the cane gently against Jayne’s buttocks to make sure that I was in the prime position. We were probably the only human beings for several miles as the only noises to be heard was the breeze disturbing the foliage and the chirping of some birds. Jayne tensed herself as I swished the cane through the air in readiness for my subbie’s first outdoor session.

‘Swish – crack!’ – “Oh yessssss!” Jayne hissed as the first of three moderate blows stung across her lovely arse.

‘Swish – crack!’ – “Aaaaahhhhhhhh”

‘Swish – crack!’ – “Owwwwwwww!”

Three pink lines showed on the white flesh as I paused and examined my handiwork while thoroughly checking the situation of my beautiful subbie. Jayne’s breath was being sucked through tightly clenched teeth but the main expression as I read was that of determination.

‘Swiiish – crack!!’ – “Oh Goddddddddddd!” Jayne’s exclamation was louder and more strident as the fourth blow cracked loudly and slightly off target across her upper thighs.

‘Swiiish – crack!!’ – “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!” My subbie’s legs started to kick.

‘Swiiish – crack!!’ – “Ssssssshiiiiiiiiiiittttttttt!” The cry of anguish was loud and long as the sixth stroke burst painfully across Jayne’s bum.

I paused to check the brave lady’s situation and again I was satisfied that it was ok for me to continue. I shook my head in admiration as I raised the cane and brought it down forcefully across the other welts.

‘SWISH – CRACK!’ – “Nooooooooooooooooooo!” Jayne howled as her legs kicked strongly and uncontrollably.

‘SWISH – CRACK!’ – “Aaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!” The loud shriek caused some nearby magpies to fly from their branch as the loud scream echoed amongst the pines.

“Uuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhh.” Jayne’s body started to shudder from head to toe and I knew she had reached the amazing time when pain becomes pleasure. I took aim once more and cracked the cane forcibly for the last time that day.

‘SWISH – THWACK!’ – “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddddddd!”

‘Swish – crack!’ – ‘Swish – crack!’ – ‘Swish – crack!’ Now that Jayne had reached subspace I knew that repeated light strokes of various intensity with the cane were all that she needed to stay in that rapturous state. Multiple orgasms kept rolling through her shaking body as I beat out a light but steady tattoo on the pink and red striped arse of my wonderful subbie. Some more uncertainty entered my mind as I wondered how long to keep my subbie flying high. This was only my second experience with taking a subbie to subspace so I decided to err on the side of safety rather than going too far for Jayne’s first time. Perhaps fifteen minutes had passed since the first light weal had appeared on my subbie’s buttocks so I dropped the cane and carefully lifted my shaking subbie and the rug off the log. Somehow I managed to get Jayne onto the ground with the rug still underneath her trembling body. I lay down beside my subbie and stroked her back while talking softly.

“Stay with me Jayne, you are safe, take your time. Your test is over for today, feel your pleasure, just relax, I’m here and you are safe.”

I’m not sure how many times I repeated those words but they must have had the right effect as Jayne slowly calmed and relaxed onto the rug. I must admit that I was quite relieved when she finally opened her eyes, turned her head and squinted up at me.

“Fuck, what happened?” Jayne panted.

“It’s ok, you’re completely safe, I’ll explain when we get back to the car.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh God!” Jayne exclaimed as another small climax shook her body. “What’s happening to me?”

“Just stay there and relax for a few minutes, then I’ll help you down to the car.”

“Hell, I’m thirsty, any water, Sir?” Jayne croaked.

“Damn, I forgot, it’s in the car. I apologise my subbie.” I was angry with myself at forgetting something so basic.

“Don’t worry Sir, I’ll survive. Just let me rest a while, whew, what a trip.” Jayne looked at me with a wry grin on her somewhat confused face.

I continued to stroke my subbie’s hair and back as her breathing slowly returned to something like normal. The breeze was getting a little cool and I was beginning to worry that Jayne may get a chill.

“Think you can make it back to the car with some help?” I asked.

Jayne nodded and managed to get to her feet with my help. She stood unsteadily while I shook the rug and folded it around her shoulders.

“Ow my bum hurts.” Jayne complained as we started off down the hill with my subbie leaning on me for support.

“I’m not surprised, the marks will take some time to fade.”

“Ohhhh marks, yummy.” Jayne giggled. “Did you bring the camera Sir?”

“Damn, no.” I cursed my forgetfulness again.

“Don’t worry, Sir. I’m sure you will mark me again.”

I was lost for words as my subbie and I staggered down the slope to the car. I unlocked the doors and folded the blanket and placed it with the towel on the passenger seat. Jayne smiled at my efforts to make her seat a little softer and winced as she eased herself into the car. I helped her on with the blouse, folded the skirt over her lap and raced around to my side. I found the water bottle so Jayne was able to assuage her thirst and we were soon on our way home.
I was driving slowly down the rough track when Jayne said, “Don’t go slow on my account Sir, after all, I am submissive.”

I roared with laughter. “Thanks my subbie, but I’m trying to protect the sump from getting damaged on the rocks. I wasn’t actually thinking of you, just for a change.”

We were still laughing as the sealed main road was reached and we turned in the direction of the city.

“Feel like talking my subbie?” I asked.

“Is the Pope Catholic?” Jayne retorted with a giggle. “Actually Sir, I would love to know what happened up there.”

“Quite simple. You had your first experience of subspace, some call it flying. You passed the point where pain turned into pleasure.” I explained. “Let me give you an example. You’ve heard of marathon runners running as if they are exhausted near the end of a race and then suddenly breaking through the pain barrier and running fast again.”

“Yes Sir, I think I have.”

“For some unknown reason the adrenaline starts to flow and the running becomes very easy.”

“Yes Sir, but I wasn’t running.”

“Yes Jayne but for some submissives, when they reach a certain level of pain while being caned or strapped, the pain suddenly becomes amazing pleasure, and you experience perhaps a floating sensation, like flying.”

“Yes, yes I remember I felt as if I was floating above the tree and the forest floor and the pain of the cane turned to pleasure. I felt my body start to shake and I guess I orgasmed.”

“You certainly did, many times, go on.” I encouraged.

“I think you kept caning me hard and I could sort of hear my voice as if it was far away and I was moaning with delight.”

“Actually I was caning you lightly once you started to fly.”

“Um, the floating sensation continued, as did the orgasms. I got a bit scared but then I heard your voice and I knew I was safe. Then I woke up, sort of like slowly coming out of an anaesthetic and I was on the ground and you were stroking me, wow.”

“I was worried that I had gone too far for your first caning, I think maybe I should have done it at home.” I confessed. “Help was too far away if something had gone wrong.”

Jayne stroked my arm and said insightfully, “Ahhh my wonderful Dom is human after all, I was beginning to wonder if you ever had any doubts or made mistakes.”

I smiled at my subbie’s honesty, “Yes my love, I am human and I have doubts and I make mistakes. But D/s, like all relationships, is littered with pitfalls, some small and some huge. I always try to learn from my blues and apply them to the future.”

“What more could a subbie want?” Jayne chirped as she squeezed my arm before continuing in a serious tone. “But there is something I need to tell you before tomorrow, Sir.”

‘Uh oh, what’s coming?’ I thought to myself before asking, “What’s that my subbie?”

“I know tomorrow is the last day of my week’s trial and I don’t want to spoil it for you, but my monthly is due and I feel it will be on time, as usual.”

“Ah the female period, one of nature’s spoilers that always seems to come at the wrong time.”

“You can say that again.” Jayne sighed with feeling.

“My subbie, I am a mere male who will never comprehend the changes that happen in women when they have their period. I remember when my mother went through change of life; it was tough for all the family, but especially Dad. Anyway, tomorrow it may not matter but I’ll leave the decision up to you. I actually had only one more test planned for you and that was to be of a mental nature, not physical. I can’t give you any information about it as that would spoil the surprise.” I paused for breath.

“Sir, I”

“Just a sec then you can tell me your thoughts.” I interrupted. “Some girls I have known have to be handled with kid gloves when they have their period. Others cope well and get on with their lives and don’t even tell anyone. At this stage you know yourself far better than I do so the decision about tomorrow’s test is yours. Sweetie, what ever you decide is fine by me, ok?”

“A mental test eh?” Jayne scratched her head as she thought. “It sounds like one of those psych tests that people do when they apply for a job. I know my brain gets a bit scatty each month, my ex would say very scatty but stuff him. The safety words will still apply whatever happens, right Sir?”

“Naturally.”

“Then let’s do it, I want to prove myself to you, so bring on tomorrow’s test, Sir.”

“Very good my subbie, you have a very positive attitude. There is another topic I want to discuss with you.”

Jayne beamed at my comment about her attitude and asked, “Yes Sir, what topic is that?”

“Have you given any thought to what you would do if, and I repeat if, I ask you to stay at the end of the week? I have to keep working and I think that you would get terribly bored at home.”

“Oh, yes I have Sir, that’s easy to answer. I would like to do a computer course and get my office skills up to date. Getting a job may be difficult at my age but I know there is plenty of temporary office work around.” Jayne paused and reached over and placed a hand on my thigh. “With your permission I’d also like to do a massage course so I could pamper my wonderful Master and make more use of your table.”

“Excellent answers Jayne.” I was very impressed with her forward planning. “Another little test passed with flying colours.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jayne’s far hand shake in a fist of triumph as almost inaudibly she hissed “yesssss”.

The miles flew by as we chatted about subspace and our mutual hopes for the future. At home that evening we relaxed after our busy and eventful trip into the country.

DAY SEVEN

“You forgot something yesterday Sir.” Jayne said as we ate breakfast. “Your cane was left in the forest.”

“Damn, so we did.” I sighed and chuckled. “I must have had something else on my mind. Oh well, it will still be there in winter.”

“Winter, brrrrrrrr.”

“All the better to sting your arse my dear.” I laughed at Jayne’s reaction. “Don’t worry, it can stay there, I have others and no way I’m going up there in winter.”

“Oh good Sir, that’s a relief, I don’t like winter.” Jayne said as she rose to clear the table. “What time does my test start?”

“You’re sure you want to go through with it?” I asked as I made a mental note of Jayne’s aversion to the cold.

“Absolutely Sir.” Determination showed in Jayne’s voice.

“Very well, my den at ten, naked from the waist up.” I instructed as I rose from the table. “See you there and by the way my subbie.”

“Yes Sir?” Concern was expressed on my Jayne’s face.

“Breakfast was delicious, as usual, thank you.”

The good Dom’s compliment brought a broad smile to Jayne’s face and I could hear her whistling happily as I made my way to the den. I folded the massage table, set it in a corner and placed a chair in the centre of the room. I had discovered the old dining room chair at a furniture auction a few years ago and found it perfect for comfortable bondage. It had a straight back with a comfortable padded leather seat and strong wooden arms and frame.

Jayne knocked on the doorframe at precisely ten o’clock. She looked stunning dressed in classy dark blue tracksuit pants with matching socks to warm her feet. Her short hair was brushed back and the only sign that she was under any stress was the steady rise and fall of her lovely breasts. I signaled my subbie to enter the room and sit in the chair and her face remained expressionless as she followed my instruction.

“Hands on head.” I ordered as Jayne settled herself gingerly into the chair. “Your bum still a little sore?”

“Yes Sir.” Jayne replied carefully. “But it’s fine, of no concern Sir.”

“Your wellbeing is always my concern Jayne.” I said as I kneeled and used Velcro straps to secure her ankles to the legs of the chair.

“Y’yes Sir, thank you.” Jayne replied as my actions again took her by surprise.

I had intended to spend some time doing some fancy Japanese rope bondage around Jayne’s breasts but decided to leave that for another time. Instead I guided my subbie’s arms to rest on the timber armrests of the chair where I secured her wrists with more quick release Velcro.

“Comfortable?” I asked as I stood in front of my lovely captive who nodded her reply as she gazed up at me with a worried look. Jayne’s perceived psychology test was obviously not on the agenda and my surprise had again set her mind racing.

“Ohhhhhhhh God.” Jayne hissed nervously as I moved behind her and secured a black blindfold cloth over her eyes.

“Sure you want to proceed?” I asked as my concern grew.

“Sir, I don’t know what you plan to do with me but will you please just fucking get on with it!” The spirit and determination in Jayne’s voice was amazing.

My reply was to slip the handle of a small bell into her left hand and attach it with tape so the bell could not be dropped. Then I moved her hand up and down so that the bell jingled noisily.

“W’what’s that for?” The worry had returned instantly to my subbie’s voice.

“It’s your safety outlet, ring it if you want me to stop.”

“But why would I need mmmmmfffffffggggg.”

Jayne’s words were suddenly stopped as I pushed a ball gag into her mouth and secured it behind her head. The whole of my subbie’s body suddenly froze at the unexpected cessation of her ability to communicate.

“Easy, easy.” I whispered in what I hoped was a calming fashion. “There are holes in the gag for you to breath, stay calm, I’m right here.”

Jayne sucked air noisily through the holes in the gag and seem to relax a little.

“I know you don’t like the gag but it’s part of the test.” I said as I carefully watched her reactions. “Nod when you want me to continue, or ring the bell.”

I shook my head in amazement as Jayne immediately nodded her head in a way that left me in no doubt as to my next move. It was my time to take a deep breath as I whispered, “I’m right here with you, don’t forget that.”

Jayne grunted in surprise as I quickly slipped a set of industrial strength earmuffs over her ears that cut off her hearing. As the gag muffled a scream of fear I sat beside my subbie and grasped her right hand in mine. Jayne’s grip was so hard that both our hands were shaking as she fought to overcome the fear of her first test of sensory deprivation. Her breasts were heaving as she sucked air noisily in and out through the gag and I was prepared for the safety bell to ring at any second. Sweat was dribbling from my subbies brow into the blindfold as saliva started to drip from around the ball separating her lips. As the seconds slowly passed and turned into minutes I was amazed as Jayne’s shoulders slowly relaxed, as did the grip on my hand. I was in awe of this wonderful lady as her breathing also calmed and her body settled more comfortably onto the chair. I kept a close eye on my watch and after fifteen minutes had passed I gave Jayne’s hand a squeeze of what I hoped was encouragement. Tears formed in my eyes as Jayne replied by squeezing my hand twice and nodding her head to indicate that she could and wanted to continue. I let an emotional fifteen further minutes pass before I quickly removed the earmuffs, gag and blindfold. A strange moan escaped my subbie’s lips as I removed the Velcro fastenings from around her ankles and wrists. I stood and gazed with concern as Jayne slowly opened her eyes and blinked in the bright light.

“You’ve been crying!” Jayne cried as she focused on my teary eyes.

“Tears of pride my subbie.” I managed to say as I reached down and hauled my concerned subbie into my arms. “You were absolutely amazing.”

“I did it Sir, I passed your final test.” Jayne said triumphantly as we hugged each other tightly.

“You sure did my special lady.”

“And you cried for me,” Jayne added in wonderment as she let go of her emotions and burst into tears. “No man has ever done that before.”

Actions are sometimes better than words so I scooped Jayne into my arms and carried her to my bedroom stopping along the way for two glass flutes and a bottle of champagne. I placed Jayne gently onto the bed and passed her a box of tissues to use while I opened the champagne.

“Champagne at this early hour?” Jayne sniffed as the cork popped, “Shouldn’t we be drinking Gatorade, Sir?”

“One of these days your cheeky comments are going to get you into big trouble.” I threatened, “But not today.”

Jayne noisily blew her nose as she sat up on the bed and looked at me hopefully. “We are celebrating Sir?”

I left the two glasses of champagne on the bedside table and sat on the bed with my subbie. I held her hands in mine and looked straight into her still teary eyes.

“I could make a long speech but instead I’m just going to ask you one question. Slave Jayne will you do me the honor of coming to live with me full time as my submissive, lover and partner?”

Jayne’s eyes opened wide as her tear stained face broke a wide, happy smile. “Oh, yes Sir, yes, yes, yes!”

My subbie threw her arms around my neck and we hugged for a long time before sharing a long loving kiss. When we finally broke apart I passed a glass of champagne to my excited subbie and we toasted our future. After drinking the reviving glass I lay down on the bed and pulled Jayne to lie on top of me.

“You passed with flying colours my subbie, not only today but all seven days.” I gazed into her beautiful eyes and said, “I’m guessing you want to talk about today’s test first?”

“Of course Sir.” Jayne gave me a soft punch on the arm. “I did real good eh?”

“Noel Wilson and I figured you would last about two minutes maximum of sensory deprivation but you made it to half an hour.”

“And could have done more!” Jayne grinned cheekily. “Mr. Wilson was in on it too?”

“Yes, I wasn’t sure how to use the last day but he suggested sensory deprivation and when you told me about your period, it was the way to go. Anyway sweetie, tell me about how you felt.”

“Well Sir, I was expecting a written test and when you tied me to the chair and used the blindfold I nearly died.” Jayne giggled at her words, “Well not died, but you know, I was shocked to say the least. What the fuck is he up to now I wondered.”

“Have you ever heard of the word precis?” I asked with a grin.

“Nope, never heard of it Sir.” Jayne grinned and continued. “The bell and the gag nearly sent me over the edge but your words about the breathing holes helped me calm. Then suddenly I couldn’t hear a fuckin’ thing, oh God if you hadn’t held my hand the dead would have heard that bell ring.”

“You nearly crushed my hand.” I chuckled. “That’s when I thought you were going to fall apart.”

“No, I wasn’t going to because I kept saying to myself, ‘it’s the last test, you can do it, you’re safe’. Over and over I said that to myself and after a while I really felt calm and confident. Then you squeezed my hand and I was able to tell you that I was ok to keep going.”

“That’s when I got emotional, I was so proud of you.”

“I actually was a little disappointed when you set me free cause I was thinking I could go for hours like this if I had to.” Jayne giggled. “Silly eh Sir cause if you had let go of my hand I would have shit myself for sure.” Jayne kissed me and then rested her head on my chest, “And now I’m your subbie and I feel so happy and so safe.”

I hugged my subbie and we lay peacefully with our own thoughts for some time until I broke silence. “I have an idea that you might like.”

“What’s that Master of mine?” Jayne enquired quietly. “The tattoo?”

“No, but I promise we will get that done this week. In a few weeks it’s a long weekend, Labour Day, and I thought we could go away for the weekend.”

“That would be nice Sir, where would you like to go?” Jayne said without raising her head.

“How about Adelaide and you can see the kids?”

“Oh my God!” Jayne shot upright and gazed excitedly at me. “I was just thinking about them, that would be wonderful.”

“Good, we will drive most of the way Friday night and come back Monday, that will give us two full days. Plenty of time to catch up with your kids and see all of Adelaide.”

“You are the most wonderful man.” Jayne said as she ignored my putdown of her hometown and gave me a long kiss. “Oh, oh, Sir, could we call into my house and get some stuff I couldn’t bring with me? Photo albums and things my parents gave me.” She explained.

“Won’t your husband be around?”

“No way Sir, Saturday afternoons he is always at the pub betting on the horse races, and I know where a spare key is hidden, cause I put it there, whoopee! I’d love to see his face when he gets home.”

“That’s settled then, welcome to your new home Slave Jayne.”

“Thank you so much kind Sir, allow me to pleasure you as a token of my appreciation.”

With those words and a wicked smile Jayne slid off my chest and soon had my pants and undies on the floor. Jayne whispered “born to serve” as she licked around the knob before taking my cock deep into her mouth. Jayne’s motto was the promise of many pleasurable times ahead for myself and my devoted submissive.

THE END