From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   Story: Jane's Lesbian Slavery by Sarah J.   
      
       Story Codes: Fggggggg/F, Fdom, gdom, ped, nc, bd, sad   
      
       Summary: Jane, a forty-nine year-old woman, takes in a younger female   
   lodger, who takes over her life.  Jane becomes the young woman's slave, and   
   eventually the slave of the neighbour's young girls - eventually a host of   
   other young girls get in on the act, enjoying humiliating and degrading   
   Jane.   
      
       Part One: Losing Control   
      
       Jane Sullivan was forty-nine, and in what she would describe as okay   
   shape.  Her long, brown hair brushed a pair of slim, tanned shoulders, her   
   breasts were not that large and sagged just a little, but only a little she   
   reminded herself.  She also had a slim waist, and shapely legs.  But then   
   she had the time to stay in shape, not quite a trust fund baby, but she had   
   a nice allowance from an inheritance paid into her account once a month.   
   Still, there was always room for a little more cash.  Trendy clothes don't   
   come cheap and there was the sauna, massage and tanning salon to think   
   about.  It was while she sat in the lounge with a glass of red wine,   
   looking over a hair salon bill that the idea came to mind.  She had two   
   rooms, and used the spare for junk that really belonged in the attic; if   
   she cleared it out she could take in a lodger, and bingo, cash problems   
   solved.   
      
       The same afternoon the ad came out Jane got a phone call from a nice   
   girl and they agreed to meet at two in the afternoon.  The girl was an   
   energetic blonde called Miranda, all long, tanned legs, flowing golden hair   
   and white perfect teeth.  To Jane the young woman seemed perfect.  Miranda   
   was twenty-three, and worked at a local law firm, a just out of college   
   lawyer.  After sharing a couple of glasses of wine Jane had made her   
   decision, she asked Miranda to sign the simple lease agreement, then she   
   put the answer-machine on and went out.  Jane felt very pleased with   
   herself as she drove to the gym, she had more money, her lodger was clean   
   and respectable, had a steady job; and seemed really nice on top of that.   
      
       Things went well for the first couple of weeks; Miranda was hardly   
   around and had paid rent up front.  Then one morning Jane noticed that the   
   kitchen had been left in a real mess from the night before, she probably   
   should try to be more relaxed but Jane was fussy about that sort of thing.   
   The forty-nine year old knocked on Miranda's door.  'Yes?' came the reply.   
   'I need to talk to you about something' Jane said, not feeling as sure of   
   herself as she had a few moments ago, it was something about the younger   
   woman's tone.  'Okay, come in, it's never locked' Jane opened the door   
   stepped tentatively into the blonde's room.  It was a mess, clothes and   
   empty beer bottles lay everywhere, cosmetics lay strewn across the vanity   
   table, Jane even noticed pairs of worn panties thrown down apparently   
   wherever the young woman had taken them off.  Before she could think Jane   
   blurted out: 'Shit Miranda, this place is a mess, just like the kitchen, we   
   need to sort this out'.  Miranda jumped off the bed, raising herself to her   
   full height, which was a few inches taller than Jane, she stared at the   
   older woman, and Jane watched the blonde's cheeks flush red with anger.   
   'Oh, I think we have a fucking solution.  I pay you enough fucking rent   
   bitch, and I get precious little for it!  YOU clean my room if you don't   
   like it, and you can fix the kitchen after'.  Jane was speechless, she   
   thought she should say something, but all that came out was a quiet, 'Yes   
   Miranda'.  The blonde just smiled, much of her anger dissipated, but it   
   wasn't a nice smile; not a lets make up and forget it smile, but something   
   else, sort of smug Jane thought.  'Well?' The blonde said, staring at the   
   smaller, older woman.  Jane said nothing, but began busing herself around   
   the room, clearing up.   
      
       Jane had been cleaning up after Miranda for a couple of weeks, and the   
   blonde made no effort to improve her habits.  Her room was always a mess,   
   and she seemed to get though so many pairs of panties that Jane began to   
   wonder what she was doing with them.  The kitchen also needed constant   
   attention, and she seemed to have agreed to clean the bathroom after   
   Miranda had used it too, though she couldn't quite remember how it had   
   happened, it just sort of did.  In fact Miranda had begun to treat her   
   landlady like a maid, and just expected Jane to do these things.  Jane had   
   even started to cook for the young woman.  This wasn't right at all.  Jane   
   had just wanted some more cash and freedom, not to become a domestic   
   servant.  That evening Miranda sat her down and explained that she was up   
   for a promotion at work but needed a reference.  'I wrote it all out for   
   you,' smiled the young woman as she slid a piece of paper across the table   
   at Jane.  The older woman went to speak but Miranda jumped in, 'I'll be   
   able to pay you more rent of course'.  Silently, Jane signed the piece of   
   paper, too tired to even pretend to read it.  Miranda snatched it back and   
   put it in her bag.  'Thanks,' she said quickly, then disappeared up to her   
   room.   
      
       On Saturday Jane climbed out of a hot shower, and pulled a towel off the   
   rail.  It was a small one, the sort the usually wrapped around her hair.   
   She looked in the linen cupboard.  Strangely it was empty.  Jane wrapped   
   the towel round herself, so that it covered her breasts, but it hung barely   
   half an inch below her crotch, so she walked slowly and carefully to her   
   bedroom.  Jane felt a sense of alarm building in her belly, like nervous   
   butterflies, something was wrong; there were no clothes in her closet and   
   no underwear in the drawers.  There was no sign of a break in.  Perhaps   
   Miranda took them, part of some sick joke no doubt.  Jane resolved to   
   tackle the Miranda problem as soon as she got her clothes back, things had   
   definitely gone far enough.  She padded carefully downstairs, bare feet on   
   the soft carpet, acutely conscious of the far-too-small towel that barely   
   concealed her nakedness.  She saw Miranda in the kitchen, drinking a cup of   
   coffee.  'Where is everything?' Jane asked, subconsciously keeping her   
   distance from the younger blonde.  Somehow Miranda looked even more   
   menacing today, or perhaps Jane was just aware of her near nakedness.   
   'Everything?' Miranda said with a smirk.  'You know what I mean,' Jane   
   said, her confidence slipping away rapidly, 'the towels?  My clothes?''   
   'Oh' said the blonde casually, sipping at her coffee.  'Well, maybe I   
   didn't think you needed them anymore'.  'WHAT!' Jane stared at the younger   
   woman in amazement.  'W...what do you mean you didn't think I'd need them.   
   Give them back...  please'.  The forty-nine year-old felt a strange   
      
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