Jane and her slave adjust to the new way of life
By musclelustman@yahoo.com
Jane begins to really enjoy her life as her slave is at her beck and call.


It's been three months since Bill became my slave. I rememeber that first
night; the fear in his eyes, his begging for mercy, his tears and my unbridled
lust caused by having total control over this once proud man. For three months
in a row he had paid my credit card bill. It was anywhere between $850.00 -
$1,000.00 a month. Finances had always been tight, but now I could get
whatever I wanted. But the best part was having him come to my apartment every
day at 6:00am to serve me.

We had got into a routine. He would arrive at 6:00am sharply; the one time he
was late her severely regretted it. The first thing he did was drop to his
knees and smothr my ass with kisses. This was just one way that I had to
humiliate him and remind him of who his master was. After his first five
minutes of paying tribute to my ass I'd walk to the living room couch, while
he crawled after me kissing my ass all the way. I would then sit down as he
kneeled before me. Sometimes I'd have him worship my muscles, other times I'd
tell him what I needed him to do. Sometimes he cleaned the apartment,
vacuumed, did the dishes and took care of the laundry. Other times he did my
correspondence. He did these chores as I got my shower. Now if I didn't have
anything special for him to do he'd have to come in the shower and kiss my ass
the whole time. Except for the times I had him soap me up and wash me
thoroughly.

Sometimes I would need to do some reading for the college course I was taking.
I would have him kneel in front of me and use him as a foot rest. I know he
got very bored, but a slave was to take care of his masters wants.

Then he would get breakfast for me and we would kind of eat together. I would
sit at the breakfast table naked from the waste down. He would kneel under the
table in front of me. as I ate breakfast he was to eat me out. If he got me to
orgasm before I finished breakfast I would not crush his head between my
thighs. Now the fact that I could make him do this was such a huge turn on to
me that I could come even if he wasn't any good. But he had gotten much better
with his tongue as the weeks went by. At times I tried to eat fast and tense
myself so I wouldn't cum just so I had an excuse to manhandle him. Certainly
the greatest turn on was to have him feebly fight against me, powerless to
stop my abuse. But as I said he was getting good with his tongue and I usually
had no excuse to manhandle him.

Early on I had to decide how much I would disrupt his life. I could have moved
in with him and totally taken over his life but I decided against that. I
wanted him to have something to live for. Also I didn't want to ruin his whole
life. I'm basically a nice person and while I enjoyed my total control over
him I did not want his whole life to be ruined. If I made him break up with
his fiancee, who he really did appear to love, I thought that would be cruel.
I came up with my concept of "limited freedom slavery." He would pay my credit
card bill every month; every morning he would come and serve me in any way I
wanted, but I would let him lead the rest of his life in a normal way. If I
did destroy his relationship with his fiancee I was a little worried that
having nothing to live for that he would get a gun and shoot me. I felt like
superwoman as he groveled before me obeying my every command, but I was
certain that bullets would not bounce off me.I had never enjoyed sex as much.
Having him powerless in my arms, screwing him against his will was such a
total turn on for me. I felt he was turned on by my body but his love for his
fiancee kept him from any enjoyment of our sex. Anyway, one of us was having a
great time and that's all that mattered.

At work things changed as well. Most of the people had always liked Bill, even
though he had been kind of arrogant. Now the arrogance was gone. Much of the
staff was talking about how he was much kinder and more patient then he used
to be. They credited his fiancee with helping to change his attitude. I didn't
mind them giving her the credit, but down deep I knew that it was me who had
taught him humility.

Also, customers must have noticed a change. Bill had always been the top
salesman, but now his sales went through the roof. The first month his sales
were up 30% over the year before. The second month he was over 60% higher then
the previous year. The third month he was 40% higher then the previous year.
Evidently some clients had not liked the arrogance or cockiness he had and
these were now gone. I really felt I had helped his carreeer.

About two months into his slavery the boss let it be known that they were
expanding and would need another saleman. I thought that sales looked like a
lot of fun and they seemed to make the most money. I told my slave that I
wanted to be the new salesman. The look on his face went stone cold, he bowed
his head. He said, "Master, may I speak freely?" I said, "Slave, you may." He
went on to say how I had no experience in sales and the boss wnated someone
experienced. He said I didn't understand the engineering behind our products
and that would make it impossible for me to sell. I put his head between my
legs and squeezed. I went to several other painful holds then had him kneel
before me. I said, "You can convince the boss to give me that job. You can be
my mentor and tutor me on how the products are engineered. He listens to
everything you tell him. You are going to get me that job." He bowed his head
in shame. I said, "I'm going to offer you a carrot and a stick. If I get the
job I'll limit your slavery. You will only need to come and serve me on Monday
and Tuesday instead of every day of the work week. If I don't get the job,
you'll be licking my asshole every day for the next month." He looked up with
desperation but made no objection. He was beginning to understand that I
expected to get from him everything I wanted. He mumbled, "I'll try my best."
I told him his best better be good enough. There was a part of me that wanted
him to fail, because I wanted to give him this ultimate humiliation. But he
was for the most part an obedient slave and I didn't want to hurt him to
badly, I was conflicted.

Two days later I got the job. Bill turned out to be a great mentor. I had a
lot of trouble understanding the engineering, but he was very patient--
although he really had no choice in that. I was true to my word and allowed
him to cut back to serving me two days a week. At first sales were tough, but
I had the same salary I had before and then I would get commissions on top of
that. The first month I made twice my normal wage.

Life was good. I had never been so happy in all my life. Even Bill was a nicer
guy and was doing better financially. I felt this slavery was really working
out well for everyone (although Bill would probably disagree, but it doesn't
matter what he thinks). I felt life couldn't get any better and wondered what
adventures lay ahead of me.

Next story will be: "Jane find revenge is sweet as she picks up another slave"