Her Newest Slave
by BrettJ © 2010


Janice Parrington waved goodbye to her husband, thrilled that Neil was going away on another business trip. With both kids away at University and Neil gone for a month, this was the perfect time. She went to her purse, got out her Cell Phone and dialed.

“Madame Martine, good morning. Yes, it’s Janice, how are you? I’m fine, thank you. Yes, I’m ready for another one. You know my type … that’s right, no one over 25. I can be ready in 2 hours, do you have anyone? Yes? Great, you’re a doll. Talk soon.”

Janice went upstairs, grabbed a shower, brushed out her long blonde hair and got ready. “Madame Martine” was sending her another one of her “clients”, a strong young stud who liked stronger women. Janice always had slaves, men who worshiped the ground she walked on and were taught to provide her with untold sexual delights. Neil was a success in all aspects but the bedroom and Janice wasn’t going to stand for it. She was a strong woman with high sexual hungers, so for the past 20 years, the 41-year old blonde had 1 or 2 slaves handy, men that were provided by her friend, Madame Martine. She was aware of what a wonderful relationship they had. She was one of only a few people who knew the real Madame Martine, they had gone to school together and spoke frequently. Martine knew of her friend’s predilections and in her business, could quite easily accommodate them. She charged Janice nothing, she charged the men … quite a bit.

Her newest corset was black PVC and Janice looked at herself admiringly in the mirror. She looked amazing for a woman with 2 grown children, but her sexual appetites and healthy lifestyle kept her fit. Her 38C tits strained against the lace bodice, her tanned flesh somewhat visible. She pulled on her new black “fuck me” boots, happy she had practiced walking in them after she had purchased them. It wouldn’t be proper for the slave to see her unsure on her feet.

She supposed she would miss Brian, like one missed a well-trained pet, but he wanted to get married and knew his fianc?ould not approve of their liaisons. Janice wouldn’t have mind teaching Shelly how to keep her new husband in line and having some fun … an occasional dalliance with a beautiful woman could be fun and the flame-haired girl was delicious in her way. Brian had told his Mistress that Shelly came from a very proper, moral home and wouldn’t contemplate anything like that, but if she ever changed her mind, could he call? Janice mulled it over and gave him that small favor; he had earned it for 8 years of wonderful servitude.

Janice noted the time and went downstairs. She was prompt and expected her slaves to be equally so. The doorbell rang at precisely 11 AM and when she opened it, Janice got a shock. In front of her stood David Parsons, the young man who lived 4 doors down. He was 16, played Junior Varsity Football and had been their paperboy years earlier.

“David, get in here before anyone sees me!” Janice barked. David did as he was told and Janice slammed the door behind her. “Did you tell anyone about this?”

“No Mrs. Parrington, only Madame Martine knows about this. When she told me she had someone arranged for me and then told me the address, I nearly fainted.