The Lending of Jane

Jane sat at her office desk nervously looking at the package that the Fed-Ex man had just delivered. Checking her watch she moved a few papers around without studying them before jumping at the sound of her mobile phone bleeping at her.

Slowly she opened it.

"Hello?"

"Hello Jane, this is Steven. It's good to hear your voice at last."

"And yours Sir," she replied meekly to this man she had never met.

"You are completely happy with today's decision?" His voice gave her the chance to say no, not to test her limits. She breathed deeply.

"Yes Sir I am happy that my Master has lent me to you for the day."

"Good girl. You will do exactly what I say. Open the package that has been delivered to you."

Cradling the mobile on her shoulder against her strands of deep red hair she opened the small packet. Inside was a sandalwood box.

"Open the box," said Steven.

Doing so she found a coil of chain inside, covering up a small device.

"Remove the chain and spread it out on your desk so you can see what it is."

She did so and her heart skipped when she saw crocodile clips that were clearly meant for her nipples, joined together by a chain. From the middle of that chain hung another with thin elastic straps holding a small, flat metal object.

"The clips are obvious. I hope your clothing will provide enough camouflage for you to place the clamps on your nipples as you will be wearing it in public until I phone again. You wear the other device, the elastic should hug your waist and the object held by it will fit snugly over your vulva. It is a vibrator that should stimulate your pussy lips and near your clit. It is silent in operation so don't worry about it giving you away as a sex hungry slut. You will turn it on and then go about your normal work as well as you can. You should, of course, be wearing no underwear today, that's right isn't it?"

"Yes Sir, you are correct."

"Go now and put them on. I will call again." The line went dead.

Jane gathered up the chains and walked a little light-headedly towards the women's toilets where she found a free cubicle and removed dark tailored jacket, hanging it up on the door with her crisp cotton blouse. She ran a hand over her firm left breast, feeling her soft skin, squeezing her yielding flesh. Her fingernails teased her areola and her fingertips circled her nipple, stimulating it to erection before opening one of the clamps and experimentally closing it on its arousal. She moaned, leaning forward as the clamp bit, harder and harder into her. This was going to be agony, she thought.

Removing the clamp she continued to undress, unzipping her knee length dark skirt over the curve of her hips and kicking off her shoes. Gingerly she stepped into the web of fastenings and pulled the toy into place, fitting it against her moist slit, ensuring the elastic held it against her tightly. She experimented walking in it as best she could in the confined space and found its soft interior not uncomfortable against her shaved lips. She swallowed and began to stroke and arouse her nipples ready for the clamps. At that moment someone else came into the room and she had to stifle her moan as she let both clamps dig into her nipples tightly. Reaching down, her hand shook as she turned on the vibrator between her legs and she juddered a little with its soft, continuous massaging of her outer sex.

Unsteadily she began to pull her clothing back on, with each button she closed on her blouse disturbing the chains and making her wince. Even the soft fabric seemed like a hair shirt against her throbbing breasts, nipples held taut by the clamps. On leaving the stall she walked to the mirror to ensure if she had to remove her jacket there would be nothing to give away her unusual underwear. Meeting her green eyes for a moment she licked her lips before flicking back her soft, loose red curls as she left the safety of the ladies room.

Slowly, with a measured step she walked back to her office, the mingling of pleasure and pain in her petite frame making her swallow and avoid colleagues gaze as she felt sure the swirling moistness of her own eyes she would give away that something strange was happening to her.

As she sat at her desk her PA popped his head around the door. "Have you forgotten? Meeting about the Headley case? Two minutes." Shit. Oh God. She squeezed her thighs together against the vibrator's relentless motions. At least I'm not doing the presentation, she thought. She began to wonder if she should try to give herself an orgasm now, in the hope of delaying any others that might be drawn out of her as she sat in the conference room. Checking the time she realised it was too late, so she walked to the meeting room, her heart thumping hard against her tormented breasts.

Her role in the case wasn't central but she was Amanda's back-up if there was illness in the team once they got to court. As they sat together Amanda tried to go over some details of the case but glanced up and frowned. "Jane, are you all right? You seem flushed."

"I'm OK," Jane blurted out the words, then more calmly, "maybe a bit of a bug." Inside though she was far from all right. despite trying to concentrate, trying to wriggle and move the vibrator it still managed to caress her now wet lips. Still the dull ache from her tortured nipples seeped down to meet the churning in her belly.

As Michael began to address the gathered lawyers Jane moved in her chair, leaning forward, knowing that she was about to climax. She crossed her legs tightly, squeezing her sex against the device, laying a hand on her skirt, on her thigh as she tried to sit as though listening intently. The waves of her orgasm flowed from the machine's ministrations to her wet sex, filled her belly making her stomach muscles, her vagina, twitch and contract. Her hand on her thigh was rhythmically stroking and caressing herself under the table.

Desperately, half open mouthed, she tried to keep her breathing under control. Now, though, she couldn't turn the machine off and she always became very sensitive after her orgasm so she again tried to slide in her seat unobtrusively, desperate to get the vibrator away from her pussy and certainly nowhere near her clit. Her whole body seemed as if it was sensitive to the air, to the very words of the speaker, making her want to cry out "stop, please stop," to everything; to sitting there, to her anguish.

Pain now began to fill her chest, her pussy; the words of the speaker flowed past her in a meaningless jumble. She was worried as the ache wove its tapestry into her submissive mind that she might slide into subspace but was fortunate that the meeting came to an end, though she still had to negotiate getting back to her office, preferably without work issues or chit-chat with anyone. As she stood up she was aware of a trickle of her juices running down her inner thighs and she blushed, begging it to dry up and not run down her shapely honey coloured calf.

In her office, her mobile rang.

"Yes Sir?"

"How are you feeling Jane?"

"In pain Sir."

"Awww. Surely though you've climaxed by now?"

Jane explained what had happened while Steven called for the details before saying, "you have pleased me Jane, well done. Would you like to remove the toy?"

"Yes Sir, if that is your wish I would like to please you by doing so."

"Very well. Where are you? Your office? Can you lock the door? Do it, then remove it there." Jane blushed deeply knowing she would have to remove all her clothing to do that. She walked to the door and turned the lock before quickly slipping off her jacket and blouse.

"May I remove the clamps now Sir? I am topless in my office."

"Remove them one at a time and be sure I can hear you as you do."

She reached out to the clamp on her left nipple and nervously opened it. She stifled a scream as the blood flowing back was agonising. She sobbed as she massaged her breast.

"Good girl. Now the next one."

She transferred the phone to her other hand and removed the other clamp. "Ohhh fuck," she groaned.

Steven laughed. "Now remove your clothes completely and take off the toy."

She obeyed shaking with trepidation that someone might knock at the door at any time. Her fingers fumbled with the elastic but finally she told him that she was standing nude in her office.

"Stay like that while I give you your instructions. You are to go to the adult shop on Hales Road, the one you normally use. There you will go in and ask about dildos telling them that you need one because your Master wants to use it on you in your pussy and your ass. You will ask them if they will help you try it out. You will use it where and how they say, then you will buy it. Do you understand?"

Jane's mouth had gone dry; obviously her Master had told Steven of the shop they used and its helpful staff when dealing with Dom sub fantasies. She whispered in a cracked voice, "yes Sir."

"I will call again."

In a daze, Jane gathered up her clothes, putting them on numbly before leaving the office telling her PA she had a bug and needed to leave for the day.

Hales Road was seedy down at heel Edwardian houses made into flats, take aways - and the sex shop. Its demure dark blue windowless front just gave opening times and said "strictly adults only." Flushing brightly as she always did when entering Jane walked in thinking every net curtain was twitching watching her, knowing who she was and what she was about to do.

Inside it was dimly lit but she was aware of the large-bellied man with black stubble by the counter suddenly putting down his book. Jacob was always pleased to see Jane - she and her master were always inventive about their purchases and she was particularly beautiful he thought.

"Anything I can help with?"

Jane walked slowly over, her eyes barely meeting Jacob's. "I...I need a dildo. My..Master requires one for me to use in my pussy and...my ass."

She was crimson as she completed her request, "and that I should try it here to see if it is satisfactory."

He nodded, "of course." Smiling he led her to some display cabinets where he asked if she saw anything she liked. She picked out one like they used at home, as she knew this trip was simply to provide Steven excitement through her humiliation.

He removed one from its box and went to wash it and to find some lubrication. When she began to follow he said, "no, you can stay in the shop, try it there. Wait here." Jacob disappeared into the back and Jane knew the next twist they had planned for her.

On his return Jacob said, "up here on the counter is probably best. If you try it in your pussy first we'll only have to wash it once," he said matter of factly. "Would you like to remove just your skirt or all your clothes?"

"The...the door -" she stammered.

"We'll leave that unlocked. It will be good for business if any customers happen to see you trying out the stock. She licked her dry lips, feeling her heart pound while he waited. "Want a hand getting up on the counter?"

Slowly she fumbled with the zipper on her skirt, hoping no one would come in. When it fell she felt the cold glass under the counter on her buttocks and gave a little jump to sit on the edge of the wooden top. She swung her legs up, trying to cover herself with the ends of her shirt, her legs straight and pressed together.

Jacob passed the 8" blue vibrating dildo to her and also offered the lubrication, "in case you're a bit nervous," he said in a confidential tone. A bit nervous? Her hand shook as she took the toy and she coated it in the lube.

"Here," said Jacob as he produced a pillow, "perhaps you'll be better lying down for this one?" she glanced towards him as she pushed the shirt out of the way, exposing herself to his gaze and slid the wet dildo against her slit. Slowly she parted her lips with it, her hips moving as she leaned back to help its entry. Jacob's eyes greedily observed her as she slid the toy into her, lying back nervously looking towards the door.

"How is it?" He asked, carefully watching how her pussy grabbed the large toy. "Perhaps you should move it a little...turn on the vibrator...see how that feels?"

She swallowed and murmured, "yes," knowing how sensuous it felt when she moved it for her Master when she felt it massage her vagina but now how embarrassing it felt to be on display in a public shop. Slowly she moved the toy inside her, stroking it in and out, feeling how her juices, flowing a little despite her anxiety, helped her take more of the large toy into her. Swallowing she said, "I...I...think I'll try it now..." she stopped.

"In your ass? Of course. I will help you." Jacob watched as she removed the toy and sat perched on the edge of the counter.

"On all fours is best I think," he said and she slowly complied. He pushed her shirt up away from her buttocks and she felt his fingers coated with cold lubricant probing between her cheeks, feeling for the tight flower of her anus. She gasped when one of his fingers made slick with the lube entered her, probed back and forth making her swallow and groan a little with embarrassment.

"The toy is nearly wet enough already," he said with a chuckle, showing her how slick her juices had made the blue plastic before sliding it between the cheeks of her ass, turning it there, wetting it further before placing its rounded tip against her anus. She felt its vibrations as though it were eager to sink into her hot ass.

Just as he began, the door of the shop opened and Jane gave a squeal, though Jacob continued his work, placing a hand on her lower back, as if to keep her in place. "Feel free to browse sir, or come and watch one of our products in use."

She moaned and lowered her head, her hair falling over her face so she wouldn't have to see the man, now a voyeur to her use, as he stood by the counter to watch her ass being penetrated.

Jacob took his time, spreading her gently but finally managing to insert the toy before beginning long slow strokes of it inside her.

Despite her humiliation she couldn't help but rock her hips a little to the feel of the toy vibrating inside her, against her tight ring as Jacob gently, rhythmically fucked her behind.

"Yes," she groaned, "I think that one will be fine, thank you," she managed to say. Jacob slid his hand up her inner thigh, now damped by a steady trickle of her pussy's wetness as, with the other he removed the toy and took it to be washed. Jane slowly turned on to her side to see the voyeur smiling at her, playing with the lump in his trousers. Giving him a glance of contempt - he was not part of this bargain - she put her skirt and shoes back on and tidied herself up.

Once outside she hurried away from the shop, her new purchase held discretely to her side. Her phone surprised her.

"You have done as I asked?"

"Yes Sir."

"Very good. Now come home. When you arrive undress immediately in the hall then wait there."

She drove home with a mixture of trepidation and excitement, wondering what this Steven was like and what was in store for her next. On arrival she entered and found the house quiet and she quickly removed her clothes and stood naked, waiting. Her skin came out in goose bumps, not through cold but through wondering how she would be made to serve.

She heard a steady footfall coming down the stairs. Not knowing what He liked she decided to kneel, look down and fold her hands in the small of her back.

"Spread your knees a little wider Jane," the voice she was used to on the phone spoke as he walked around her, running a finger along her shoulders, through her hair then in front, along her collar bones.

"Into the front room, crawl on all fours."

Obeying his simple commands she felt a little more relaxed, knowing he was in control; still she desired a glimpse his face, anything more than the brogues and what was obviously a tailored suit if the dark cloth she could see was anything to go by.

"Turn over Jane. Put your hands under your backside and lie on them."

After each command he waited to ensure she was correctly positioned.

"Bend your legs at the knee then let them fall, parted, open."

She did so and as he removed the jacket of his suit she saw his face, tanned, olive skin, dark hair. Quickly she averted her gaze as he glanced at her with icy blue eyes. "You may look," he said.

Diffidently she raised her eyes as he opened his white cotton shirt slowly and pulled it open. His toned body aroused her and he knew it as he lingered over undoing the button and zipper of his trousers, kicking off his shoes and socks as he gazed into her eyes. She licked her lips then parted them as he lowered and stepped out of his pants, standing in navy boxers before her, his growing excitement obvious by the way they barely contained his sex.

Reaching down he let her see that he had picked up the flogger with its many leather strands, watched and smiled as he saw her swallow and bite her top lip nervously. He walked around until he was behind her head.

"Legs apart at all times," he commanded.

She closed her eyes as he laid the first blow against her inner thigh making her squeal and flinch, her legs closing defensively but she managed to part them again quickly. The next strike caressed her other thigh and he struck each one in turn, watching how she jumped, her hips pushing up as gradually her pale skin reddened in response to his attentions. Slowly she began to squeal louder, to beg for him to stop and close her legs for longer.

"Keep your legs apart!" Each word was uttered clearly and commandingly as he watched her panting, letting her legs fall apart again.

Then he struck her pussy. She screamed, taken out of her slide into subspace by the more intense pain against her lips. Again, he let the flogger's many evil tongues taste her juices, try and probe open her lips, try to reach her clit.

Again. Her hips insistent rose to meet the flogger as it made her cry out, especially as he murmured into her half conscious mind, "how does that feel against your tender little sex? Spread your legs more, that's right, your pussy's opening up nicely..." Again the flogger fell but now its harsh tongues lapped the inside of her spread lips. He lashed the bud of her clit as it poked out. She sobbed, deeply, gasping raggedly at the pain on her sensitive clit, the tears falling from her tight closed eyes.

After several more strokes she was aware he had stopped. Opening her watery eyes she saw him observing his handiwork. "Yes, I think you're ready to be used by me and my friend now."

Jane's heart jumped. Friend? This wasn't part of the deal.

"Sir - please may I say...I didn't agree with my Master for use by anyone other than yourself."

He laughed a cold laugh. "And how are you going to stop us?"

Sitting up, feeling the ache in her pussy, on her legs she said, "Please, it isn't what I agreed."

"Mmmm, reluctant are we? Perhaps you should meet my friend before you say any more."

There were footsteps outside and Jane waited apprehensively, only to see her own Master appear in the doorway, clad similarly to Steven in just boxers. She drew a sigh of relief and giggled, wanting to slap Steven's leg for his joke but not quite being brave enough. Jane's Master knelt beside her, running his arms around her shoulders. "Now, Steven, you were saying something about sharing?"

"Yes, you at the back me the front? At the same time?"

Jane gasped as they discussed how they would take her and a blush covered her breasts and face. They both approached her now and she felt kisses on her mouth, on the back of her neck, hands covering her small firm breasts, hands sliding down her body, the heat of their maleness next to her making her quiver with desire. In turn she reached for them, caressing firm muscle, warm skin, returning kisses as they positioned her on her side on the floor. Her Master ran his hand along the curve of her flank and then she felt the coolness of lube sliding between her buttocks and moaned at what she knew was to come.