Joanne and jim By Janet Ford Part 3 Shop Soiled Joanne's Story Monday I woke up like all women should wake up, with your slave/lover giving you excellent head, my slave has learned that this is what this girl wants first thing in the morning; coffee or a cigarette can wait, this is what I really wanted, and my slave was finally understanding that if he wants to please his Mistress, this is how to do it. He laboured away down there between my legs for a long time, he never said a word and I loved every minute of it, finally shuddering to another massive orgasm. I had had countless over the weekend, and this one was another multi-multi. I pushed him away when I was finished, I'm far too sensitive for even the lightest touch just after coming and besides I had a full day planned. "Get breakfast started we're meeting Dot in a couple of hours." I told him, and he quickly left me to do as he was told while I had a shower. In just a couple of days I had turned our relationship on its head, over the weekend a combination of severe dressing downs and a good flogging had turned Jim into my slave. His response had been surprising, I thought there would have been some strong resistance but there was very little and if what Dot had told me was fact I may have broken him, and the rebuilding was simply something that was limited by my imagination and my imagination was very vivid I had all sorts of plans for him, starting this morning. Dot and I were going shopping for a number of things that I required to continue with his training, it was going to be a very enjoyable day, for me at least. I dressed in jeans and a jumper and as I was drying my hair I watched as the slave got dressed, I was trying to think of him less and less as Jim, he was now the slave, or slave, or even it! Anyway as he was dressing I told him to remove all of his underpants from his drawer and bin them. "I'm buying you some new underwear today, you won't need those anymore." "OK Mistress Joanne was his meek reply. I hadn't moved my things in yet and the bedroom resembled a tip. "You'll find a pair of my knickers in that bag, put them on." I watched as he pulled a maroon satin pair out of the bag, "they'll do, put them on." And I continued drying my hair as I watched him pull on my knickers. I smiled at his discomfort, he knew what was coming. We both finished dressing and he cleaned up in the kitchen and ran the hoover over the flat. We left at just after ten I picked up the keys and locked up and we rode the lift together in silence. I wasn't sure what he was thinking I looked at him. "You look nice," I said honestly and he did, I pulled him to me, and kissed him lightly, "you're going to enjoy today. Just a few things to make sure you don't upset me or Dot and ruin your day completely; you will address both of us as Mistress wherever we are, and you will obey without question whatever you are instructed to do. Pretty simple demands and nothing you can have a problem with am I right? "Yes Mistress." He quietly replied. "But fuck up my dear and I promise last nights little beating, will feel like a slap on the wrist. Understand me?" I asked and my hand slipped down to his groin and I gave his tender balls a squeeze. He didn't need to answer I knew he understood. We walked out to his car where I opened the driver's door and got in behind the wheel and he sat in the passenger seat another change he was going to have to live with. Jim's Story I have never experienced pain quite like it the first time Mistress Joanne hit me I was nearly physically sick the second time was like a shock that had a very strong after-shock that was agonizing; the third lash I screamed into my Mistresses arse and hadn't it been for her ample cheeks I would have been heard on the other side of the Thames. Later last night when I was performing oral on my Mistress again I was still crying, a change came over me it was like a Baptism, I decided I wanted to be Mistress Joanne's I wanted nothing less than to devote my life to her, she was something I didn't know I needed all my life, until last night. Whatever Mistress Joanne wanted I would willing do. I awoke early as usual and slipped under the sheets and woke my Mistress in a way that I was told she wanted to be woken every morning. I'm beginning to enjoy my role as her slave, and I wanted to be good at what I did; I have always prided myself of being a competent tradesman; why shouldn't I extend my competence into everything I do especially pleasuring my lover? There were so many aspects of my new life that I had to come to terms with and with some time I knew I would. I was told to throw all of my underwear away, I didn't ask or hesitate I obey the order and I was told to pick a pair of my Mistresses knickers and put them on, I felt myself blush as I pulled on a small red pair; I felt stupid, but it was better than feeling pain. We eventually left the building ad as we were going down in the lift she smiled at me and gave me a kiss, I lived for these moments. "You look nice." She told me and then she proceeded to explain what was expected of me today. She had the keys, she seemed to have taken ownership of them and she automatically went to the drivers door of the car, I had been relegated to the passenger seat of my own car, everything my Mistress was doing was meant to put me firmly in my place. I have made an observation over the past few years; when I was a kid my grandfather always drove my grandmother couldn't drive, later my dad drove and so did my mum, but it was dad's car he drove. This generation is different look at ten cars and six are driven by women with a male passenger, I have always driven, to be relegated to the passenger seat was another massive knock to my male ego, it had taken a few knocks over the past seventy two hours, but my penis remained rigid in my new satin panties!! The trip across South London was uneventful and we arrived at Dot's place on time I had only been with her on Saturday, which seemed an age ago she was a bit of a mystery all the time I had known her she never gave any indication at all that she was a dominant female, she had a bubbly infectious personality totally alien to my presumptions of how a Dom would behave and live, even on this particular morning she was dressed in a floral print dress hemming just below her knee and she wore white ankle socks and looked quite Retro which was probably her aim. I followed Jo across the gravel drive where Dot greeted us on her doorstep. "Jim." She said with a grin. "Mistress Dorothy." I correctly answered. I followed the women down the passage to the kitchen where Dot turn on the kettle. "There have been a few changes in your life since we last met?" Dot asked smiling; I was awkward with the whole thing. "I do believe he's blushing," She said before I could answer, "this is going to be a lot of fun its too bad Ian couldn't be with us to share in your humiliation, but someone has got to work" Dot said with a chuckle. Joanne handed Dot my phone and she clicked up the pictures that she took of me, one of them was a particularly graphic shot of my whipped genitals. "My, my you must let me down load this." Dot said with interest "Be my guest." Joanne said. "Make us some tea while I do this." Dot said as she and Joanne left me alone in the kitchen.. Joanne's Story Dot down loaded the two pictures and printed them out in colour and she emailed me a copy of the photos. "All that hair you'll have to get him shaved, they hate it, but ... well who cares. You must have hurt him." "He was bawling like a baby." "I'm not surprised their balls are very sensitive, I only flog them as a last resort, but he seems to be very meek I like that in a man, so maybe it worked for you." "I loved it. I love the power I'm another woman when I'm whipping him I can control myself." I confessed feeling a little hot just discussing it, we returned to the kitchen and the slave was just pouring out our tea. He served it to us at the table. "Kneel" I ordered and he knelt beside me. I handed the pictures to him; he studied them for a second or so. "Dot thinks you should be shaved, so it'll be something you can do tonight while I'm at school." He nodded, "yes Mistress Joanne," he mumbled. "You could almost feel sorry for him, couldn't you?" Dot said looking down at him coldly, We finished our tea and set off. "Can I drive?" asked Dot as we walked towards the car. "I threw her the key's I didn't want her to drive, but I felt it was another way of belittling Jim. He said nothing and I was about to hit him where it hurt if he did, he really was the perfect little pussy. Dot got behind the wheel somehow the slave was shoehorned into the space in the back and I got in and we drove across South London to Walworth about a fifteen minute drive. "This is a very nice underwear shop, and they're not shy about unusual orders, if you know what I mean." Dot informed me as we pulled outside a small shop on Walworth Road. Dot was greeted like an old friend, she was obviously a valued customer; as a poor student I can honestly say that I don't think that I have more than two pair of knickers that haven't got holes in, I still rely on Christmas and birthdays to get most of mine, and like most women I love lingerie, but Jim didn't look too comfortable at all. The owner of the shop was an older woman probably in her fifties with a cut glass accent and bearing a striking resemblance to Penelope Keith, and the assistant was an Australian girl aged somewhere between Dot and I. "Good morning ladies," we were greeted by Penny like old friends Dot and I shook hands with her and we were shown to a couple of seats. "What can I help you with today,?" Penny asked. "Well we'll have a look at a few things in a minute but the main reason we're here is to find something suitable for him!" Dot said with a smile, "something a bit daring, a bit saucy." The two women looked at the slave for the first time. "What size is she?" Penny asked, I laughed "I don't know what size are you?" I asked him. He was crimson the four of us waited for the stupid man to reply. "Try a large." said Penny mercifully, the younger assistant brought some small things out in various colours and materials and Dot and I sifted through them and selected an assortment of knickers. Dot picked up a small black lace pair and held them up. "Try them on!" she said to him and he looked at me and pleaded silently. "Don't start!" I said raising my voice. "Remember what I told you before we came out?" "Yes Mistress Joanne." "Then do as you have been told!" He took the knickers from Dot and went off looking for the fitting room. "Where are you going?" Dot asked "I..I'm looking for the changing room," he stammered. "Get changed here." He looked at me beseechingly, and I slapped him hard across the face. "DO AS YOU ARE TOLD, ARE YOU STUPID?" I snapped at him. "No Mistress Joanne" "Then get undressed." The four of us watched him as he pulled off his shoes and then he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and pulled his jeans over his hips. The young assistant, whose name I learned was Michelle, sniggered when she saw him standing there in my maroon knickers, "Take your shirt and socks off too." I ordered, he quickly removed his socks and unbuttoned and removed his shirt, he wasn't as quick to remove his panties however. "We haven't got all day." I said starting to loose my temper with him, he finally pulled them down, his thing was shriveled, and his balls swollen, and he still bore the marks of the thrashing I gave him all across his body, he stood naked and the evidence of the beating stirred me. "You must have been a naughty boy." Penny said stating the obvious, he removed the maroon Knickers and pulled on his new black ones, they were almost transparent, we could see everything. Dot couldn't resist touching him through the tight lace. "I like these," she said "I like how you can see his penis, she fondled him and the response was immediate. She manipulated him just like I manipulated Ian yesterday except the difference here was you could see this penis grow. She knew exactly what she was doing and we watched him become erect inside the lace knickers. "Why don't you finish what I've started Jim and show us what an expert wanker you really are?" The slave was devastated every minute he seemed to be sliding deeper and deeper into his new world, one that we controlled, I thought he was going to burst into tears as he pulled his erection out of his knickers, and he started to pull himself. "Get on your knees." I told him and obediently he fell to his knees and masturbated before us. Jim's story We drove across South London in my Celica with Dot behind the wheel Joanne in the passenger seat and I was jammed into the back, the Celica isn't a car for four people I bought it to drive quickly through the lanes but I had been relegated to the rear, I was ignored as we drove through the morning traffic I noticed other drivers taking notice of the two women in the sports car occasionally looking at the dope in the back. We arrived in familiar territory, I grew up around the Old Kent Road but I'd never been inside this particular shop before. Dot, Joanne and I went into a women's lingerie shop, I always felt awkward in those places, and the two women in the shop were amused when they knew I was the one we were buying for. The older of the two shop assistants looked familiar, she was in her fifties and I was awkward with some of her questions; she wasn't, she had obviously been down this street before and was enjoyed watching me squirm. They selected a few pairs of knickers and I was about to leave when Dot dropped her bombshell. "Try them on." She told me. I was shocked, and I was about to say something when Joanne tore a strip off of me, and I went into auto and stripped before the quartet and pulled on the black knickers that Dot had picked for me I was told to strip off completely and I did. I pulled on the black lace pair and as soon as I did Dot started to fondle me. I had been semi-erect all day. I was enjoying this new life. I must sound crazy to some but I am a born submissive and it wasn't until Mistress Joanne, and she is Mistress Joanne, not Jo or Joanne any more, it wasn't until Mistress Joanne showed me the light last night that I realized my calling. I was hers. Mistress Dot got me hard in seconds, I was so close to coming I was scared of what would happen if I came without permission again, thankfully, mercifully Mistress Dot stopped and told me to finish what she had started. I knelt in the center of the shop and I pulled myself off in a few seconds. "Is that how long he usually last's?" asked Michelle I'd give the bastard a flogging too if he let me down like that." They all laughed at me. I ejaculated over the lino floor in front of me, a small pool of semen gathered as I milked the last of my mess from my wilting penis I hung my head, I felt so stupid so very, very stupid. "Lick it up!" Joanne ordered. Tears filled my eyes, as I bent forward and started to lick up the mess in front of me. Dot tapped her shoe in the pool. "Lick it off!" she ordered. And I felt the four women looking down at me where they believed all men should be, on there knees before them. Mistress Dorothy wore black shoes with white Bobby sox, retro-style as I said earlier she didn't give off the image of a Dominatrix, but as I licked my sperm from the sole of her shoe, I thought that looks can be so deceiving. I spent a few minutes cleaning up my mess under the silent gaze of the quartet. I "What do you say?" asked Mistress Dot. "Thank you " I meekly replied, Michelle burst out laughing, "where did you find this Tosser? You may as well cut his nuts off cos he hasn't got any." And she walked away in disgust. We spent an hour in the shop where they selected a dozen pair of knickers for me then Mistress Joanne and Mistress Dot made a few purchases for themselves, all of which I paid for, finally when they were ready I was allowed to get dressed. I spent an hour on my knees facing the wall in the black panties feeling so stupid. After a man ejaculates all of the lust and passion evaporates and you change, sex is the last thing that you're interested in, and here I was wanting to be so far from this place but scared shitless to do anything about the situation. "Get dressed!" Mistress Joanne eventually told me, and I quickly obeyed the command and followed my Mistress and her friend from the shop. Joanne's Story I watched in amused silence as the slave pulled himself, he lasted no more than ten seconds, the sales girl Michelle laughed at such school boy behavior, we all found him a subject of ridicule I couldn't believe I wanted to be his girl friend, I had nothing but distain for him, I would make his life so fucking miserable I vowed to myself. We made him lick up his mess and Dot took his degradation to another level by wiping her shoe in it and telling him to clean the sole of her shoe with his tongue, he didn't refuse, he licked it clean. When he had finished milking his dick he put it away and Penny noticed a bit of semen leaking through the black lace "I guess we'll call that 'Shop Soiled' shall we?" she said with as much sarcasm as she could put in the word. He knelt head bowed, a pathetic sight. I enjoyed shopping in there however and I bought some nice underwear as did Dot and after about an hour or so we had what we wanted. I looked at him and somewhere during our shopping spree someone, probably Dot, told the idiot to kneel in the corner, he did of course, still wearing just its knickers and we had to wait for it to dress was dressed. We used his credit card to pay for our purchases and as we were about to leave Penny and Michelle thanked us for an amusing morning. "Mondays can be so dul," Penny said that was something else I had to take control of. I drove from away from the shop in a good mood, "Where to next?" I asked. Dot settled into the passenger seat, "lets go up West there are a couple of shops I think you might like, head towards Waterloo." I drove over Waterloo Bridge up the Strand to Trafalgar Square for a girl who had only just past her test this was quite daunting, but I mastered it or Mistressed it, and up Charing Cross Road to Soho. "If you can't buy it here my girl it can't be bought!" said Dot, sex is what she was talking about, I had never seen anything like it, every second shop seemed to be a sex shop. We left the car in one of the multi-level car parks and I followed Dot on an incredible adventure. I was amazed at what I saw and realized just how na##ve and green I was I had so much to learn, the slave as instructed walked three paces behind and when we went into shop it was usually told to wait outside, I didn't want him knowing what I was buying, he only came in to pay for the goods with his credit card. The first place we bought a whip and a crop and hand cuffs and one of those hideous hoods, I called the slave in to pay for it and carry it out. I had a field day we went to at least a dozen shops and I think I bought something in every establishment but I enjoyed watching the people as much as the shopping, and this was only twenty minutes from home, we approached an ETM and I turned on the slave. "Give me your wallet." I demanded, he put down our packages that he was carrying and handed me his wallet, I looked at him for any signs of reluctance or hesitance; there was none, I took the wallet from him and selected his bankcard and swiped it. "PIN?" I asked "2681 Mistress Joanne." It replied, and I withdrew a couple of hundred pounds, the cash was dispensed and I took it and put the wallet in my handbag and walked off "Come on Dot I'll buy you lunch." And we headed across the road to an interesting little pub. We found a booth at the back of the lounge and settled into it, well Dot and I did, I turned to the slave and told it to take the shopping back to the car and hurry back. "If you have any plans of taking the car and leaving us here I swear you will be so, so fucking sorry. You do understand me don't you?" His hands were full and he could do nothing to prevent me from grabbing him through his jeans. "YES MISTRESS JOANNE!" it shrilled, causing more than a few heads to turn. "Be back here in ten minutes." And it left. Dot and I ordered a Caesar's Salad a large glass of white wine each and as we were waiting for the meal to be served the slave returned, I was surprised how quick he had been. "That was quick." I said moving out so that he could slide against the wall. The waitress who had been hovering came across to take his order. "Can you bring a bowl please and a glass of water please." I said to the waitress, and she disappeared quickly returned with what I asked for. Our meals arrived at the same time and, Dot and I removed the anchovies and bits of egg from the salad and put it in the bowl, making small talk as we prepared the slaves meal. I then spat in the bowl and put the bowl on the floor under the table. "Get under the table and eat it up." I ordered; it looked at me. "Do you really hate me this much?" It asked. "This not the time and the place to discuss my feelings for you, but failure to obey me and humiliating me in front of my friend will result in a thrashing you will never forget I promise." I said loud enough for everyone in the pub to hear. "Wait outside for me you ungrateful little man, we'll be out when we've finished in here. Get out of my site!" "Please Mistress Joanne I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He bleated. "NOT AS SORRY AS YOU ARE GOING TO BE!"