Jane and Bob           by: Jane Lincoln

 

Part Five

Cindy slipped out of bed about 9 that evening, quietly dressed, and slipped out the front door. She couldn’t stay the night since she had to relieve the babysitter.

Bob locked the door behind her, then returned to bed. He held me and I quickly drifted off to sleep.

The week passed quickly. Bob continued his household duties: Cooking, cleaning. He served me breakfast in bed each morning, then helped me shower and get ready for work. He had become quite adept at assisting with various female tasks. He gently shaved my legs each morning in the shower, naked except for his ever-present chastity tube. He shampooed and brushed my hair and painted my toenails and fingernails. He carefully, lovingly hand washed my bras and panties and hung them to dry in the bathroom.

Bob wore my panties to work each day under his business suit. And he continued to satisfy me orally and manually. He’d become especially adept at this task! My former boss had developed the ability to send me into orbit, and as this was about all I could seem to focus on these days he got the chance to work his magic several times a day at work and at home.

Cindy and I began to conspire about her situation with her boss, Phil. I took her at lunch to the adult shop where I’d purchased Bob’s chastity device (I’d bought it as a birthday gag gift for my brother). She gulped and plunked down $50 for one of her very own.

We carefully worked out the remaining details of our plan. Cindy was reluctant, but after continued reassurances from me decided she had nothing to lose. And so one weekend I kept her kids while she invited Phil over for dinner.

She confided the next Monday that she’d managed to entrap her boss as easily as I’d done earlier with mine. The pretty blonde was frankly amazed; as in my case she hadn’t really considered herself a dominatrix. But she was having a lot of fun! Phil was soon coming to work in panties and cock cage; like me Cindy kept the key on a tiny gold chain around her neck. Their situation was a bit different than mine and Bob’s - having kids around the house pretty much eliminated the idea of Phil wearing a French maid’s outfit like Bob - but they had plenty of fun anyway.

Phil soon became Cindy’s slave as Bob was mine. She quit her second job; Phil began to help her around the house.

And at work too! Phil’s office door stayed closed as much as Bob’s did.

 

One day ran into another for me in a blur of multiple climaxes. Before I knew it Sunday had rolled around, and Bob’s week of enforced chastity was over. Frankly it had been almost as difficult for me as for him; I dreamed constantly about how he’s feel inside me, filling me with his seed as he spurted deep inside me. Damn, I wanted him!

And so it was with shaking hands that I unlocked the little padlock and removed Bob’s sheath as he stood before me. He was naked; I was sitting on the bed as this seemed the safest place to be at the moment. As horny as we each were he would have taken me wherever I was; I didn’t want to get carpet burns on my ass!

I wasn’t disappointed. Bob’s freed member throbbed to a full seven inch erection almost immediately. It was beautiful! I gasped a bit before bending slightly to kiss it.

I felt bob’s hand rubbing the back of my head as he gently urged me down onto him. I opened my mouth and took him inside, sucking and licking gently. He tasted wonderful! I bobbed my head up and down, sucking him like a lollipop.

Suddenly Bob grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, drawing me off him. He pulled me to my feet and held me tightly against his, kissing me deeply as he roughly unzipped my shorts and tugged at my blouse. His shaking hands couldn’t manage the buttons; he ripped it off me.

In a flash his hand found the back hooks of my bra and I felt a sudden rush of freedom as it unsnapped. My breasts jiggled free, my rock hard nipples against his chest. His hand brushed down and my panties were at my feet and I was naked.

Still kissing me deeply he guided me onto the bed. I was sopping wet! I wanted him now, wanted him inside me. I wanted to be taken quickly!

Bob didn’t disappoint me! He held both my wrists in his left hand, holding my arms above my head. Helpless to resist, I felt him inside me. He was like a huge animal, pinning me, holding my wrists tightly with one hand, the other under my ass. I struggled a bit, tried to pull my arms free. No use; he was much too powerful.

I felt him thrusting up and down, pulling almost out of me before pushing back down, hard, filling me with his manhood. I thrust back as he guided me with the hand under my ass, enjoying the rhythm he was setting up.

Soon his breathing came quicker and his thrusts faster. A week of denial frustration had taken its toll; he’d explode soon. I began to moan and thrash against him as I felt my own climax building; then suddenly he went stiff and I felt his sperm shooting into me, spurting over and over and over. That did it for me; I screamed as my climax matched his in intensity.

Bob came for what seemed ages! He later confided that he normally masturbated two or three times a day in addition to having sex regularly. A week of denial and almost constant stimulation from me had caused his poor testicles to store an incredible amount of semen. Helpless to resist, I felt him pour it into me.

Finally with a groan he went limp. He was sweating and panting so hard I was afraid for a minute he’d have a heart attack. Finally he rolled off me, spent.

Looking down I saw a huge wet spot on the bed. My pussy was a mess, a huge stream of creamy fluid leaking from it. Bob lay on his back, still panting a bit.

I rolled over and kissed his lips gently. He held me and kissed me back, holding my sweat-slicked body to his. My hand roamed over his hard male physique, finally resting on his flaccid penis.

Or almost flaccid! Still warm and wet from out mutual secretions I held him in my hand and felt him begin to harden. Wonder of wonders, he was almost immediately ready again! I massaged him gently until he became semi-hard. Raising, I put a knee on each side of his waist and guided him into my gushing pussy.

He slid in easily. Now on top, I began to roll my hips as I felt him harden more. He held my waist in his large hands as I humped him, my boobs juggling and bouncing as I worked myself into another climax.

Bob was really enjoying this show! He allowed me to relax a minute after my climax, then guided me up again. He watched urged me up and down; again stimulated I soon began to moan and thrash against him. Another climax soon followed.

He allowed me four more orgasms before whispering gutturally, "My turn!" I felt his hips rise to meet my thrusts and he again went stiff, pouring more of his seed into my eager body.

Rolling off him, I watched as he rapidly fell asleep. I allowed him a short break, a half hour or so; then I began to fondle his flaccid penis once again. Moving down I took him in my mouth and slowly and gently began to suck and lick him. I soon felt him harden again and once again we had hot, wet, sticky sex.

This went on well into the night. I knew this was the last night I’d have him with me, knew our bet was over and frankly I was relieved. I might be his little slut piece of ass tomorrow but tonight I was going to milk every last drop of his love from his body and leave him exhausted. If he could walk normally tomorrow I’d be disappointed!

Finally we fell asleep in each other’s arms. When I awoke the next morning he was gone.

He didn’t come to work that day.

After work I had some research work to do at school, so it was nearly nine before I returned home. Opening the door I was shocked: Standing in the kitchen preparing dinner was a man in a French maid’s uniform. Bob!

"What???" I stammered.

"Jane, darling, sit down," Bob said quietly. "We need to talk."

Actually he did most of the talking. He told me that, while this was all new to him (I didn’t tell him it was new to me too!) the last week had been the most exciting experience of his life. "I can’t believe I’m saying this," he told me, head bowed, "But I really would like it to continue. Could we try another week? Or a month? Please, Jane? I promise I’ll do whatever you say, darling."

Looking into those sad, pleading eyes how could I refuse! Without a word I rose and walked into the bedroom, returning with the chastity tube and ring. He stood and I pulled his panties down and attached the device. I looked up at him, stared into his eyes as I snapped the little lock shut. He closed his eyes and he swayed for a moment, then dropped to his knees in front of me.

Reaching into the pocket of his uniform he drew out a small velvet covered case. He snapped it open: Inside was a beautiful gold ring with a large solitaire diamond in the middle. My eyes were wide as saucers as he slid the ring on my finger. "Jane, I love you," Bob said softly. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Well, damn - THAT was a shock!

 

Five years later…

 

The buzzing of the intercom interrupted me. "Ten minutes until the board meeting, Dr. Lincoln." I heard my assistant say. "Thank you, George," I spoke into the box.

I gathered some papers and strolled down the hall toward the boardroom. As I heard my pumps making little "tap, tap" noises on the carpeted floor I thought over how things had changed in the five years since I’d come to work for this company.

Sure enough, Bob and I married but not for a year and a half. I wanted to finish my dissertation first, which I did; then I wanted to scout around for job offers. Amazingly, one of the best was from the company I where was working as a temp assistant! A mid level management position. After a bit of consideration I accepted.

I knew I was more or less a token female; I didn’t care. I applied myself and soon rose through the ranks. Last year I’d been offered the CEO position here and I’d accepted.

I changed a few things; more things changed as time went on. The Company had shown a record profit last year. Productivity was up, morale was high. I’d gotten the board to approve a bonus plan six months ago; most workers made more in bonus pay than they did in regular pay.

Cindy and Phil also married. She moved into his house with her kids and became a wonderful Father and a super husband. He still wore Cindy’s panties and chastity tube to work every day.

Cindy quit her night job and started taking classes at the community college. She soon transferred to the University and got her degree last year. Cindy is now one of our most successful Managers.

Joan, a pretty oriental girl with dark hair and almond eyes, was also having trouble with her boss. Cindy and I talked with her about it, confided in her how we’d handles a similar situation. After a bit Joan followed our lead and soon her boss Ted was walking gingerly, locked into a cock cage and wearing her panties.

In fact, things worked so well that several admins had enslaved their bosses or coworkers in the last five years. We’d formed our own support group and had approached a few of the wives even. More and more men were coming to work then returning home to "work". They seemed happier and more content; we women certainly were happier! Nice to see so many smiling faces every day.

Bob still has the same job, manager of the department. He has a new admin; she’s a nice, competent girl who doesn’t fetch him coffee! I visit him several times a day. He loves servicing "the boss lady" as he calls me. I frequently have him perform his oral magic on his admin Linda. Linda loves the attention; I think she’ll have her own male soon.

Cindy and I still spend the night together occasionally. We’ve resolved the fact that we are each a bit bisexual; while Cindy (as I am) is still more attracted to men she and I enjoy lovemaking with one another occasionally.

The girls in our "network" have set up a husband swapping club. From time to time Bob is sent away for the weekend and one of the other "slave boys" takes his place. Bob and I never speak of these encounters. Not so the other women! We eagerly compare notes in our "Monday after" sessions.

All the males are required to exercise regularly and watch their diets; as a result all are in superb physical shape. All are delivered to their weekend Mistresses belted and pantied. The keys to each man’s padlock are turned over to the lady who will be his owner that weekend.

Sometimes the males are let out of their chastity belts. Sometimes they are not. This is entirely up to his "weekend owner" and is not a subject for discussion or negotiation.

I’d say on average, once a month I participate in these swapping sessions. This is about average: Some girls swap nearly every weekend; others only once or twice a year. It is all up to the woman.

Bob is allowed out of his cage once a week, usually on Sunday unless he has displeased me in some way. This doesn’t happen often. Bob understands who’s in charge and has become quite compliant and willing to please me. He is allowed as many climaxes as he is capable of on his "night out". Usually he manages three or four. All are quite pleasurable for me as well as Bob. Constant sexual denial has apparently elevated his testosterone level; he produces an enormous amount of sperm when he ejaculates.

Sometimes I tie him to the bed during these sessions and use him as my slave boy. Other times he gets to "play Tarzan" and I enjoy being his Jane. He is quite powerful and easily overpowers me. I am forced to accept him as he roughly takes me; I usually struggle a bit but he holds my wrists together and my arms over my head and has his way with me. Afterwards I replace his cage; the next morning usually.

Overall I’d say I’m happy - as happier than I could have imagined possible!

 

 

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