Owned

I had been with Jane for a couple of years. We were very happy together and she had really helped and encouraged my personal development from a shy girl with no self-confidence into a much more self-aware young woman. But she held all the cards. One aspect which surfaced in this period was that our relationship changed slightly. My growing confidence allowed me to acknowledge that I was completely comfortable with her "owning" me. She always had done, of course, but rarely openly or in public. In our private sex life, she took control, or allowed me to experiment for our mutual benefit. One night we were fooling around and she got a bit sassy and I jokingly said " Hey, you don't own me you know!"  She looked at me smiling and replied, "Yes I do, we just don't make a thing out of it."

It got me thinking! She was right of course. I was just out of university, had little money, few possessions and lived in her large apartment. I had my complete freedom of movement, but then where else would I go.  When I moved in, I agreed her “house rules” because it was her place. All In all, I had my personal space, but in her world. And we loved each other very much.  Sexually, she knew me well enough to know exactly what turned me on, and that very much included submission, in and out of bed, so on reflection she did own me, but I was happy to be owned

I pretty much forgot that little exchange, until a few weeks later on Christmas Day. Under the Christmas tree were a few pressies for each other. I opened my first one. A beautiful thick silver chain. Nice but I wondered why so heavy.  Not suitable for a neckless.  I opened the next box and gasped. A beautiful red velvet choker, (I’ve always loved chokers, I have a long neck lol) until I picked it up and saw that hidden in a small pocket at the back was metal loop… for attaching the chain!  I instantly remembered our conversation and looked at Jane who was just smiling at me.  Without saying a word, she came over and put the choker on me, then attached the chain.  Of course, I offered no resistance as she led me upstairs to the bedroom and my days of being visibly owned began with very firm and highly arousing instructions on how I was to please my new “owner”.  Over the Christmas holiday we discussed where this was leading, and she asked me questions about how I would feel in public wearing the chain. We agreed a plan to try it out.

We used to go to several clubs to socialise with our friends.  Most knew our situation. It wasn’t just a lesbian scene but mainly so. There were several couples who were clearly in Sub/Dom relationships and outwardly displayed it in various forms. 

A week after Christmas we attended the New Years Eve Party and for the first time in public, I allowed Jane to lead me into the club on the chain.  Despite my nerves, It felt amazing!  Jane was well known in the club and to be so clearly labelled as “hers” made me instantly wet.  I had never felt so secure and loved.  There was no sense of humiliation or shame.  I was just proud to be clearly labelled as hers.  We were sitting in a group of six and of course all the questions were about this new look.

After about 10 minutes of sitting there Jane turned and whispered to me “Are you ready?” I nodded. Jane told me to unbutton my jacket. I began and within a few seconds I saw eyes turning in my direction all around us. Under my jacket I was wearing a white, almost transparent, silk camisole top. Now I am not blessed with boobs. My 32a chest could be mistaken for a 13 year old in a trainer bra. But my nipples are always ultra-sensitive and on that evening they were already standing proudly to attention for all the women to see. The feel of the silk only enhanced their sensitivity and as my nipples are hardwired to my clit I was dripping into my knickers, also silk, and almost certainly visibly stained.  That was confirmed shortly when Jane instructed me to open my legs. My short skirt offered no protection and my damp crotch was exposed to all.  By now we had drawn a crowd and there must have been between 20 and 30 women gazing at me. I could see some smirking in amusement and some openly licking their lips as if preparing to dive between my open legs.  Should I have been embarrassed, humiliated or felt shame?  Possibly so, but in reality I was loving it. Mainly because I knew Jane was proud of me and I had agreed to this for her pleasure, but I had to admit I was enjoying the attention from the other women and the obvious look of arousal on their faces.

After a few minutes Jane told me to close my legs and put my jacket back on.  It was done, and I returned to the dancefloor with Jane to party away the rest of the night. As we danced and cuddled she whispered how proud she was and I confessed how much I enjoyed the whole episode.  I think she enjoyed all the looks we were getting from the other partygoers. I certainly was!  After midnight when we had welcomed in the new year she led me out of the club to a taxi and back home.  I don’t think the taxi driver knew quite what to say but I expect he was sporting a stiffy by the end of the ride. I hope he had a nice wank!

I had discovered a lot about myself in those few hours.  This was never a regular occurrence but throughout our relationship over the next few years, it was always a fun adventure and we played out a variety of themes during that time with Jane encouraging me to be bolder or allowing me to develop things beyond our original ideas.  It certainly sowed the seeds for an exhibitionist streak in me and gave me more confidence in myself.