Training Rebecca I

Rebecca prepared for the day as usual. Out of bed extra early, a workout in the home gym, breakfast prepared to a tee as usual by the maid, a shower, and then up to change. John had just come out of the shower. He still possessed the hard lean body that had attracted her a dozen years before. As she donned conservative, but expensive lingerie followed by a dress suit, he reminded her that his plane would be leaving in 2 hours, so they had to hurry.

As she put on her make-up and put up her hair, she remembered the love making session of the night before, the usual before one of his many business trips abroad. She had faked an orgasm to get him to stop pumping and cum. She felt slightly guilty, but then brushed it off as a necessary part of life. It was like their whole existence of late—everybody smiled at the appropriate time, and said the right things, but it all rang hollow.

Descending into the kitchen again, Maria was feeding the boys, 12 and 10, otherwise ready for school. John gave them the obligatory line about their behavior when he was gone and then he and Rebecca fed baggage into the trunk, climbed into the Mercedes, and headed for the airport. On the way, they talked about the mundane—the countries he would be in this time, the vacation planned after school was out two months hence, upcoming events in the boy's lives, yadda, yadda. Then the turn-off. He gave her a perfunctory kiss, dug the baggage out of the trunk, and watched as she sped off heading for work.

After parking in her spot, she nodded to the girl at the front desk and ascended the elevator to her office. Her secretary was already at work: Type A efficiency personified in an attractive middle aged, body. “Good morning, Mrs. Dunbar,” she said as usual. Rebecca nodded at the greeting, opened the door and entered her office. The blinds were already open and coffee was brewing in the kitchenette that served her office and the boardroom from the other side. The calendar for the day was reviewed, morning e-mails read and she went to work before her first meeting of the day. That was followed by a conference with some important customers and lunch with her executives. There they discussed a new strategy she had been working on to increase sales even more. The details were handed over to marketing to work out, with a preliminary report due in a week.

It was after six before she left her office building, a gnawing in her stomach reminding her that the salad at lunch hadn't amounted to very much. The Mercedes glided through traffic, she stopped at the bank to deposit some cash, and then into the upper middle-class home that was theirs. The boys were pretending to do homework while Maria bustled around the kitchen.

Rebecca entered her office, removed her jacket, poured a drink, and started through the mail. Credit card offers, country club membership renewal, a letter from the IRS—the IRS, that made her sit up. She opened the letter and read the summons. She and John were to meet with an agent a week from Thursday, time and location given. She frowned, wondering what it was all about. They were to bring income statements, documentation of charitable contributions, and documents relating to John's business, which had lost money for the past 5 years. He was to be gone for 3 weeks, so he wouldn't be back for the meeting.

She picked up the phone and called him. Finally getting though, as it was in the middle of the night in Dresden, she explained the situation to him. He didn't seem to think there was any problem, just routine, and he was sure she could handle it without him. Everything was in the files provided yearly by their accountant. She wasn't so sure, but was buoyed by his confidence. The IRS missive was pushed aside as Maria called her for dinner.

The days flew past with the work on new contracts her company was negotiating. Before she knew it, it was Thursday. She had taken the morning off so she didn't have to leave so early. She loaded the files requested into the car and headed for the Federal Office Building. Entering at 8:45 for her 9:00 appointment, she went through security, and was directed three floors up and to a nice office at the end of the hall. A very attractive secretary received her and asked her to be seated. 9:00 came and went. She fidgeted in her chair, glancing at her watch every few minutes. She got up and asked the secretary when the agent would be ready. She was informed that as her appointment was set up for 9:30, it should be starting shortly. Rebecca looked at her notice and started to say something, but thought better of it, and returned to her seat. Finally at 10:05 a tall, well-tanned man entered the office and went through the door. It couldn't be the IRS agent, she thought, since a government hire wouldn't be able to buy that suit.

Five minutes later she was summoned into the office to be greeted by the suit. He was perhaps 50, with piercing eyes and an amiable smile. It was not at all like the bean counter she expected. For his part he just paused a moment and took her in. Her hair was dark, pulled back to leave bare an attractive neck. An expensive dark blue suit set off well-toned legs encased in hose Her face was determined with a full mouth and expressive eyes. She had long fingers with diamond and wedding rings. The skirt had a slit in the front and she tried to bring it together after crossing her legs. She tried again, unsuccessfully, and then ignored the leg above the knee as he glanced down at it, appreciatively.

“Thank you for coming in today, Mrs. Dunbar. My name is Kyle Laughton. Mr. Dunbar won't be joining us?”

“No, he is in Europe on business. If we can move things along, I have been waiting for over an hour,” she said bruskly. I have brought the materials you requested.”

“Good. Let's get a few things out of the way. You and your husband are both 35 years old. Your address and SS numbers are accurate?” She nodded. “You are President of Royal Manufacturing with 120+ employees. Your husband has his own company called Ex/Im Consulting at your home address.”

“Yes, that's true.”

“I see you have paid proper Social Security taxes on Maria Sanchez, your housekeeper.”

“Yes, we try and obey the laws.”

“Do you have an appraisal for the painting you donated to the museum 2 years ago?”

Rebecca dug around in the folders and produced the document in question. He considered it for a moment. “Yes, they are a reliable firm—we will happily accept their assessment of the painting's value.”

She relaxed a bit at his statement. Maybe this would go better than she thought.

He handed her the appraisal. “Your income was about $435,000 last year.”

“That is close, yes”

“You make frequent bank deposits of cash in the 8 different banks and 2 Credit Unions where you and your husband each have accounts. As a matter of fact, I notice that you and your husband made an average of $2,000 in cash deposits every business day last year. It all stayed under the radar of the money laundering regulations and so was never reported. That amounted to about $43,000 a month and came in at $520,000, plus change, for the year. That was pretty amazing, given the fact that your husband lost $80,000 last year, and you didn't need to borrow any money. ”

“I...I'm not sure,” she responded slowly, trying desperately to think of something that might account for the cash deposits. “We might have dipped into our savings,” she said lamely.

“Actually, you had such a good year, you moved a goodly sum of money to your account in Banco Santander Central Hispania in Spain, as you have for the past 5 years.”

Her heart sank. How was anyone able to track their transactions, and what could have triggered this man's interest. Everything had gone so well for so long, that she had just accepted it as the way things were.

“From Banco Santander, you transferred the money to Dresdner Bank CZ, and from there to your account in Bank Vontobel Cayman. Shall I give you the account number of the Grand Cayman bank?”

She was crushed. But there was still a chance she could get out of the country. She had been told that the U.S. Government couldn't get at money stashed off-shore. He could see that glimmer of hope reflected for a moment in her eyes, and smiled to himself.

“Now let's see. Your husband works with a dozen different foreign businesses. Most of his pay is deposited directly into the Grand Cayman account. Nice to keep those things away from Uncle Sam's greedy hands, isn't it? My records show many such deposits over the past 5 years, and none of it showed up on your income tax forms.”

Rebecca had fallen into a stupor, and just nodded. This was all going too fast for her to comprehend. He had her where he wanted her, and was ready to pounce.

“I imagine you know that the U.S. government has no jurisdiction over accounts in Grand Cayman.”

She looked at him quizzically.

“Let me tell you a little about myself. I am sort of a freelancer, who does odd jobs for the bureau, although most of my time is spent with my own business ventures throughout the world. I take on 4 or 5 cases a year of my choosing for the IRS. My connections allow me access where there is none allowed through normal government channels. The CEO of Bank Vontobel Cayman in Grand Cayman is a close friend, and the managing director, Andreas Weck, has frozen your assets there as a personal favor. Your bank accounts here are frozen as well, by the way—that is where I was before we met. The ones in Europe aren't worth the bother. From your case, I will earn 40% of what the government recovers in back taxes, fines, and interest—at least $4 million. I have special talents that are highly compensated. The government prefers that to getting nothing.”

Her last hope dashed, a tear of anguish found its way down her cheek.

“I will turn my evidence over to the department tomorrow.”

There was a chance, she thought, only a slim one, but she had to take it. If he hadn't turned over the evidence yet.... “But what if you forgot all about this little indiscretion. We would pay handsomely for your help in clearing up government red tape.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“What if I were to offer you $5 million, no $6 million without Uncle Sam taking his percentage off the top.”

“You would be willing to do that?”

“Yes.”

“And where would you get that kind of money?”

“You would have to allow us access to the account in Bank Vontobel Cayman.”

“So that you could take the money and run, you mean,” he said, his eyes narrowing.

She decided that he was no fool, and was not about to cross him. “I'm sure we could work out an arrangement that would be acceptable to you,” she responded.

“So you are asking me to take bribe money so you can avoid jail and fines,” he said.

“It wouldn't be a bribe exactly. And we will promise to declare all income in the future.”

He thought for a long moment. Then said, “I will consider your request, although it might cost you more than you anticipate. Meet me for dinner tonight at Restaurant Athenian and I will give you my answer there. 8:00, don't be late.”

Rebecca let out a long breath and nodded. She gathered up her things and left the office.

Rebecca Dunbar sat in her car for long minutes in a daze. Then she went to her office. She put her purse on the conference table and sat on the leather-bound couch. For 20 minutes, she just sat there, before going over to her desk. Pulling up the web site for the Grand Cayman bank, she punched in the account number and password. Everything came up as usual. She pulled out the book with all her account numbers and transferred money to one of them. After a few moments she read, “transfer aborted, contact Bank Vontobel Cayman.” She slumped in her chair, trying to think of a way out. The plans she and John were using were her invention. They had started out small, but it had been so easy to get away with that they had increased the amount over the years. She picked up the phone and tried to call John, but was unable to get through. She put in part of the afternoon and left early. A stiff drink followed by a massage and the steam room left her feeling some better. At home, she told Maria she would be out for a dinner appointment, then spent some time with the boys. From there she relaxed waiting for time to pass, showered, put her hair up again, put on evening make-up, and dressed, again in elegant, but conservative attire.

It was 10 minutes to 8 when Rebecca entered the restaurant. The maitre d' took in her beauty, and the professionally tailored red suit and ushered her to the bar where the bartender offered her a glass of Black Tower, and imported Rhine white wine. This startled her more than anything else during the day since it was her favorite drink. She listened to the sounds of a jazz pianist in the background and looked around. No sign of him yet. She drank quickly, not savoring the taste as she usually did. Another glass appeared in its place.

The Maitre d' appeared again saying, “will you join the gentleman at the piano?”

Rebecca followed him and saw Mr. Laughlin playing the piano, eyes closed. She stood behind him and watched as he moved from one Gershwin tune into another—all of which she liked. His improvisations were fresh and clean, but the tune was always there. Then he stopped and looked around, seeing her waiting. He rose and directed her to a table in an alcove, providing a bit of privacy saying, “They don't have a piano player on Thusdays.” She placed her purse on the table and sat. A waiter offered menus, which were waived away.

“Kalemera, Kerie ke Keria. To Onoma mou ena Nikolaus. Ti tha fate?

“In English tonight,” he said. For appetizers, bring us tzatziki, teramosalata, and stuffed grape leaves. Your special soup after that.”

“Amesos,” he nodded and left.

Rebecca launched right in, wanting to get it all over with. “Mr. Laughlin, are you willing to accept my offer of $6 million in return for dropping your IRS case. I'm sure we can work out the details to your satisfaction.”

He laughed, but the laugh didn't reach as far as his eyes. “I told you this afternoon that I would require more than that.”

He picked up her purse from the table and opened it before she could protest. He pulled out the tape recorder still running, and, with microphone dangling, walked over to a fish tank, and dropped it in.

“Let me make the situation clear,” he said sitting down. He pulled another recorder from his pocket and pressed play. She heard her own voice, “But what if you forgot all about this little indiscretion. We would pay handsomely for your help in clearing up government red tape.” “What do you have in mind?” “What if I were to offer you $5 million, no $6 million without Uncle Sam taking his percentage off the top.” “You would be willing to do that?” “Yes.” He pressed the stop button.

“That is recorded in video as well—so much easier to present evidence in court.” So here we have you falsifying your tax records for years, and then trying to cover it up by bribing an IRS employee. The real question is what are you willing to do to avoid exposure, trial, and incarceration? It will wipe out your savings. Who will care for your boys while you and John are in jail? Foster care? Have you ever been in a woman's prison? You will lose your job. Who will hire someone with your record when you get out?”

She shuddered, images flooding into her mind. But he seemed to be offering a way out.

The hors d'oeuvres arrived. “This is cucumber dip, these stuffed grape leaves,” he said. She wasn't hungry, but ate mechanically.

“What is your price,” she asked already anticipating the response.

“You,” he paused to let it sink in. “But the real question is not will you agree, but rather are you worth the money I would be giving up?”

A ray of hope crossed her face. She could screw him as much as he wanted, and would do it very, very well for what she would be getting in return.

“That seems fair,” she said, knowing that it wasn't really. “But how do I know you won't double cross me later?”

“You don't. But that is a chance you'll have to take. I make multi-million dollar agreements with my word,” he said, eyes narrowing. “It has never been broken.”

“It seems that you have all the cards,” she said tasting the cucumber dip. “Where do we go from here?”

“I need to know a little about you first. Rule #1: When I ask a question, I will require a detailed, complete and honest response. Let's begin with what you are wearing.”

This took her by surprise. “A red jacket with scarf, white blouse, red skirt with matching shoes, and pantyhose. Oh, yes, and dolphin earrings and a red purse.”

“That is all you have on?”

“Well, I...”

“Go to the Men's bathroom, remove your panties and bring them back to me. And leave the damn pantyhose in the trash.” When she looked at him in amazement he continued “or leave the restaurant now. I said that YOU would be the price, but if you are unable to deliver that is your decision.”

“The Men's restroom?”

“If I have to repeat myself, I will get very angry. On the other hand, the guests here might enjoy the show at your expense. Let's see, what else could I have you remove?”

Rebecca glanced in the direction of the restrooms and moved quickly before he thought of something else. A man at the urinal looked at her as she entered. “The ladies room is packed,” she said going into a stall. Reaching under her skirt, she removed her pantyhose and then her panties. Leaving the stall she put the pantyhose in the trash and wadded up the panties as best she could in her hand. She hurried out and back to the table, reaching under it with the hand holding the panties. He remained as he was with his hands on the table. “Here,” she said reaching farther. When he made no move she looked around and then put them in his hand on the table. He took them, put them to his nose and inhaled. She shuttered at the raw sensuality of the act and felt the heat rise in her as he placed them on the table in plain sight.

He reached under her jacket with his right hand and pinched her nipple through bra and blouse, then twisted. She stiffened, eyes wide, and let out an “aaaiii” almost before she could stop herself. “Now I have your attention. Rule one was a detailed, complete, and honest answer to all my questions. Did you comply?”

“No, I guess not.”

“You guess not what? How should I be addressed? As one of your lackeys at work?”

She thought. “I'm sorry I didn't give a detailed and complete response, Sir.”

“That form of address is much more appropriate. What else were you wearing?”

“I also had on red panties with a high leg cut and a white cotton strip in the crotch and a red lace bra with full cups and a back closure, and French perfume.” She tried to think if there was anything she had omitted. “And my rings, one a quarter caret engagement ring and the other my wedding ring, both in yellow gold.”

“Rule # 2. You will never wear panties in my presence without my express permission. And you will never, ever, sit on your skirt. It will get all slimy,” he said increasing the pressure on her nipple and pulling it toward him for emphasis.

“Yes, Sir,” she winced. The dark haired beauty glanced around quickly and partially rose so she could pull up her skirt in the back. Sitting back down she felt the seat against her bare skin and smoothed out her skirt in the front. He released the grip on her now tender nipple and she let out her breath.

“Now where did we leave off? Oh yes, your attire. You are not having your period now so no tampon?”

“No, Sir,” she said blushing.

“When did the last one end?”

“Last Thursday, I think, Sir.”

“What is your bra size?”

“34 C.”

His eyebrows went up.

“Sir.”

“Waist?”

“24 inches, Sir.”

“You will throw out ALL your pantyhose as soon as you get home. Do you have any real stockings?”

“Yes, Sir”

“Good, you will wear them from now on as a part of Rule #2. What is Rule #2 then?”

“I am not to wear panties in your presence without your permission, and I am not to sit on the back of my skirt. I will throw out all my pantyhose and wear stockings. If I may ask, Sir, should I wear stockings with elastic tops, or a garter?”

“You may ask. A garter is the preferred method.”

The waiter had arrived with the Avgolemono soup. His eyebrow went up as he saw the red panties lying on the table, but he said nothing. Rebecca reddened when she saw his eyes. The soup was delicious, although she didn't fully appreciate it. They ate it still munching on the appetizers. When they had finished Kyle leaned back and studied her. She became uncomfortable under his gaze.

“Are you wet?” he asked her.

“What?”

“If you are not able to remember a simple request such as the proper way to address me then I will have to take measures to ensure that your memory is enhanced. I don't really think you are that stupid.”

“I'm sorry, Sir. My mind has been in such a whirl tonight. I'm sure I can do better, Sir,” she said trying to sound deferential.

“We shall see. Again I find that I am repeating myself. Are you wet?”

“I...I don't think so, Sir.

“Reach down and run a finger through your pussy.”

Rebecca colored as she reached under her skirt and dragged her index finger from the bottom to the top of her slit. She jumped slightly when it contacted her clit. Then she brought it out and held it up for him to see. They both saw the telltale signs of her arousal.

“Smell yourself,” he commanded her.

She stared at it for a moment, as if disbelief, and then raised the finger to her nose, inhaling the musky aroma.

“Lick it off.”.

She tasted her secretions as ordered. She couldn't understand it, but she was getting all tingly - down there. While she had never tasted herself, she had certainly smelled her female odor and it hadn't had this effect. Why didn't he just take her? She had already told him she would please him.

The waiter reappeared, whisked off the plates and bowls, and then returned for the main entree. Kyle ordered calamari with rice and a Greek salad,” and the waiter glided off to attend to it.

“Unbutton the top two buttons on your blouse,” Kyle said.

Rebecca did a it, with a “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you shave your pussy?”

“No, Sir. I do trim it,” she responded knowing that even these personal questions had to be answered.

“Rule # 3, your pussy will be kept free of hair at all times except for a little strip at the top. You will leave work early tomorrow and have it waxed at this beauty shop. They will be expecting you at 3:30,” he said handing her a card.

“Now just wait a minute, SIR,” Rebecca began, the color rising in her face.

“Off to the Men's Room and remove your bra. Bring it to me in 3 minutes. Your may re-button 2 buttons and keep the jacket if you are on time.” He looked at his watch.

Rebecca started to say something and stopped. “Yes, Sir,” was all she could manage as she dashed away from the table. Three minutes wasn't much time for this. She tore into the stall and pulled off her jacket without even closing the door. Next came the blouse and finally the bra. It nearly fell into the toilet as she laid it on the seat. Then back on with the blouse without even tucking it into her skirt, a middle button and a bottom one. Then the jacket and she raced off not even trying to conceal the bra. She was out of breath when she appeared at the table again holding the red bra with other dinners wondering what was going on. “Here, Sir,” she said handing it to him. “Does everything meet with your approval, Sir?”

He nodded, “2 minutes and 54 seconds,” and placed the bra next to the matching panties. “But you have made a mess on your chair. Wipe it up,” he said handing her a handkerchief.

She wiped at the embarrassing pool, and then sat, pulling up the back of her skirt as she did so. She studied the silverware in front of her wondering what other people in the restaurant were thinking of her. She hoped none of them knew her. On the one hand he was handsome and self-assured. He never raised his voice or was offensive to those around him, yet his presence was commanding. She knew that in another circumstance she would have found him very attractive. He had taken her on a roller-coaster ride ever since this morning—everything well planned out, it seemed. It was disconcerting that he was pushing buttons in her feelings she never knew existed, and she found her reactions to what he was doing very scary. She knew she could take whatever he chose to dish out, but her own mind was betraying her. The card was still sitting on her plate where she had left it. She picked it up, looked at the address, and put it in her purse thinking about the chore ahead of her tomorrow.

“How will I explain my lack of hair to my husband? He has tried to get me to do that before and I have always refused. He knows that I hate looking like a little girl down there, as well as the itching and soreness.”

“I'm sure you will think of a response,” was the unsympathetic answer.

The main course arrived and the wine was poured. She liked squid, and the rice was well prepared. The salad was without lettuce with a tasty Greek dressing. It was a good choice on his part—as always, it seemed. As they ate, he engaged her in general conversation, pouring wine as the glasses emptied. Soon he had her laughing and she almost forgot the circumstances that brought her here.

Dessert was a Greek pastry and coffee. As Niko came to clear the dessert dishes, Kyle said, “Niko, you have been very helpful tonight. Rebecca has been learning a few lessons in proper deportment, Haven't you Rebecca?”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded.

“Before we leave, Niko should have a proper tip. Open your blouse for him.”

She hesitated and looked into Kyle's eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. Then seeing the hardness there, she undid the two remaining buttons. Grasping blouse and jacket, she opened them far enough for him to see her nipples before closing it.

“Did I ask you to close it?” a cold voice inquired.

“No, Sir,” she said opening it again and holding it open with eyes squeezed shut.

“Farther,” he ordered, noticing that a blush was washing over her upper chest. When she complied he said, “What do you think of them Niko?”

“Very beautiful, if I may say so.”

“They do have the slightest bit of sag.”

“That is just because they are full,” said the appreciative waiter.

“Would they look better with nipple rings or nipple studs, do you think?”

“I would have to think on that,” was his studied reply.

“She will come back again for your decision,” Kyle said. “You may close your blouse now, but leave it unbuttoned. Check, please.” As they stood, Rebecca looked over at the bra and panties. Kyle shook his head and they headed for the door. The Maitre d' wished them well. As they walked into the parking lot she looked at him expectantly. He ignored her leading the way to his Jaguar and opened the door for her.

“My car, Sir?” She said sitting down.

“Is already at your house,” he said to her amazement and slid into the driver's seat.

He reached into her blouse and took a naked tit between thumb and finger. He rolled it back and forth until a moan escaped from her mouth. Then he pinched harder and harder until the tears came. Only then did she remember and pull up the back of her skirt. This was not going to be as simple as she had anticipated. He had thoroughly humiliated her in the restaurant. Was this part of her punishment for cheating the government? Or was there some other ulterior motive in all this she couldn't understand?

He started the engine and drove through the city. “Do you remember the 3 rules I have given you?” he asked?

“Yes, Sir,” was her reply.

“Slide down in the seat and masturbate for me.”

She had always hated that word, but she was resigned to her fate and said “Yes, Sir.” She pulled the front of her skirt up, trying to keep herself partially covered, and rubbed her finger up and down the slit. Then she pushed it into herself, hearing an embarrasing squish as she did so. She couldn't remember ever having been this wet before. She looked over at him and started to rub her clit. Her eyes closed, feeling the sway of the car in motion for a few moments, before blocking even that out. Although she was rubbing very slowly, she couldn't believe how soon she was on the verge of an orgasm.

“Stop,” Kyle said in a deep voice. She sat there with eyes closed for a minute before coming back to consciousness. “Rule #4. You may cum only with my permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What does the rule mean?”

“That I cannot cum when I want to cum. I will have to wait until you tell me to, Sir?”

“And if I order you to cum?”

“I will obey you, Sir,” she said, although her heart wasn't quite in it.

“Very good. You may continue.”

Rebecca began stroking her clit again and shut her eyes avoiding his gaze. Soon she was close to cumming again. She stopped rubbing to keep from breaking rule #4.

“Did I tell you to stop?” he asked crossly.

“No, Sir. But if I don't stop I'll break rule #4, and I know that would displease you, Sir.”

“You are right, you will be punished most severely if you break that rule. You must learn self-discipline, Rebecca. Your mind controls your body and not the other way around. Your nipple hurt a few minutes ago, but your mind told it that it must be endured, and so it was. You will cum when your mind tells you to cum. And who controls your mind?”

“I suppose you want me to say you do, Sir.”

“It is your choice. We all have choices to make in life. You can submit your mind to me or not as you choose. Although every action you take or don't take is also a choice made by your mind. Why have you chosen to obey me tonight?”

“I had no other choice.”

“Of course you did. We often make choices we would prefer not to make because of another overriding interest. Does that mean we should not make them then?”

“No, not necessarily.”

“So what do you chose tonight? Will you cum when your body wants to, or when I want you to?”

“I will obey you, Sir. Which I guess means that my mind is yours too, Sir.”

“We shall see whether that is the case or not. Continue.”

She did as he said and was soon thrashing about on the seat next to him. Before long, she was out of her mind with lust. Her moans turned to pleading. She begged Sir to let her cum. She would give anything for the orgasm she had stored up all night. He smiled as he watched her writhing beside him.

“You may stop,” he said as he pulled into her driveway and turning on the overhead light. She seemed to be in another world and continued the ministrations on her clit unaware of his command. “Stop,” he said firmly and loudly. She obeyed, breathing like a distance runner with perspiration running down her face. Her blouse had parted over the last 15 minutes and he admired her breasts again, flushed with arousal and nipples hard as pebbles.

“You are home,” he said. “Have you told your husband about our meeting?”

She shook her head to clear it. “He knew we had a summons for today. But I was unable to reach him to tell him about the meeting this morning.” God was it only this morning?

“Good. We will keep it that way for the time being. And now I need relief,” he said moving his seat back and unzipping his pants.

The look in her face was wild as she moved across to put her mouth on him. She hadn't had sex in a car since college. Oral sex wasn't one of her favorites anyway, although she did it once in a while, usually as a reward for something John had done. She went partially down on him with her mouth and jerked him with her hand. He didn't force her this time but let the events of the day, and her warm mouth, do their work.

When she could tell he was getting close, she looked up and said, “You can take me if you want.”

“Not tonight,” he said pushing her head down to the task at hand.

She had never swallowed before, but instinctively knew that it was required of her. Then he was shooting gobs of cum into her mouth and she was swallowing as fast as she could, choking on the thick liquid. Her cunt tingled and she wondered why he didn't cum inside her. She knew she was attractive, so it couldn't be that. He gave her the same handkerchief she had wiped the chair with earlier, and she wiped his cum off her face.

“If you are really turned on, you may bring yourself off in the house tonight,” he said condescendingly.

“No, I am fine really,” she lied. She had never been one for “bringing herself off”, preferring to cum with her husband. That had been hard with his travel schedule the past few years, so she had just gone without.

“I will contact you when I want to meet again.”

“Yes, Sir. And thank you Sir for not reporting us,” she said truthfully.

“Whether or not I report you remains to be seen. I will continue to evaluate your progress. You just barely passed tonight.”

“Yes, Sir. I know I can do better than I did tonight,” she said wondering for the umpteenth time what he had in store for her, and even more, how she would respond. Her response to what he made her do was more troubling to her than what he had made her do.

“You may leave now,” he said, and she opened the car door to get out.

“You will need this,” he said handing her the purse. “And if you ever get it into your head to try and entrap me the way you did with the tape recorder, Mike and Matt will be without a mother.”

She caught the snarl in his voice and knew instantly that it was no idle threat. She buttoned up her blouse, fished the keys out of her purse, and went inside. She checked to see that the car was indeed in the garage, made a stiff drink, and carried it upstairs. She sat on the edge of the bed, took two large swallows, choked, and set the glass on the night table. Damn him, she thought. Damn him to hell. She pulled her skirt up and started to massage her clit again, the feelings as strong as before. Then she thought of his words “If you are really turned on, you may bring yourself off in the house tonight.” Angrily she pulled her hand away. She was not going to let him control her any more than she absolutely had to, and masturbating just wasn't her thing. Disgusted with herself, she undressed, took a shower, and spent a restless night.

 

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Training Rebecca Part II (Friday)

Rebecca woke to the shrill sound of her alarm clock. It hadn't been one of her more restful nights. She sat on the edge of the bed to clear her head, and thought about the events of the previous day. Pulling up her nightgown, she looked at the hair that would soon be gone. Her lips were still puffy, she noticed grimly. She parted them and saw her clit poking out of the hood. Pushing temptation aside with a grimace, she took off the nightgown and donned a nice matching bra and panties set to exercise in. It would never do to have Maria wonder why there were none in the dirty clothes from last night. Then she pulled her hair back in a ponytail, went downstairs, exercised for a half hour, and visited with the boys as they ate breakfast. They were growing all too fast, she thought. Maria mentioned that the telephone had gone out the previous day. The repairmen had shown up later and put things right. Then up to shower and dress, putting on a garter belt and stockings for the first time in ages. Panties she knew she could remove easily.

She drove to work feeling on edge. She nodded perfunctorily to the girl at the front desk, ignored one of her staff members on the elevator, and breezed past a “Good Morning, Mrs. Dunbar” to seek the solace of her office. Her e-mails were more pointed than usual. Her nine o'clock seemed to irk her and she dismissed Jim Thomas to redo the work to her satisfaction.

At ten o'clock Kyle pulled into the Royal Manufacturing parking lot. He called Rebecca's office as he walked into the elevator. When Mrs. Davis answered, Kyle informed her that he was negotiating a very important contract with Mrs. Dunbar, and would need a half hour of her time. Mrs. Dunbar didn't have any appointments for the next hour, she informed him, and she would put him through to her. There was no need, he said, turning the corner and waving at a surprised Mrs. Davis as he entered the office.

Rebecca Dunbar looked up expecting to see her secretary.

“Good Morning, Rebecca,” he began, sitting himself in front of her desk and crossing his legs.

“Good Morning, Sir,” she said rising from her desk. “If you will excuse me for a moment.”

“Sit down,” he said firmly. They looked at each other for a few moments. “Did you bring yourself off last night?”

“No, Sir. There was no need.”

“You wore pantyhose today?”

“No, Sir. I threw them out as you ordered,” she said lying, but figuring she would have to do it soon.

“And today—are you wet?”

“I, I'm not sure. Maybe.”

“Show me, like last night.”

Rebecca shifted nervously in her chair. “I wasn't expecting you, Sir. If you will let me visit the washroom for a minute you can check.”

“You mean that you are not dressed appropriately for me? Raise your skirt to your waist.”

She stood and grasped the hem of her skirt. She raised it to show stockings and garters but also pink bikinis then sat again as he pointed a finger down.

“ I had no way of knowing that you would show up here. I have never gone out without panties on and thought your orders were that I was not to wear them when you wanted to meet me, Sir.”

“So you have decided how we are to meet?”

“It is what I assumed, Sir.”

Kyle rose from his seat. With a long stride, he reached out and caught her hair in his hand. He lifted her out of her chair and brought her face almost against his own. “You do not set the rules here. You will find yourself in serious trouble with me if you presume anything. Remove them, now.”

She struggled to lift her skirt and lower the offending garment as he held her firmly by hair that had been pulled out of her carefully contrived bun. She shook them down her legs and kicked them off. He bent down and picked them up, looked at the wetness as she looked on wide-eyed, and put them in his pocket.

“And what happens to disobedient girls?”

“I was not disobedient, Sir. You didn't make your requirements clear.”

He smiled, but the smile wasn't pleasant. He dragged her by her hair across the room, through the kitchenette, and into the boardroom behind her office, squalling and oowing all the way as she tripped on her high heels. There he pushed her against the large table dominating the room where she stood, transfixed, more than a bit disheveled, and still breathing heavily from the exertion of the last few moments.

“Bend over the table and hold up your skirt. If you let it drop, I'll double the number.”

“You can't really mean that you are going to hit me?” she asked incredulously.

“Everything is your option. I can walk out that door and the agreement between us is broken forever. Or you can request a spanking as punishment for disregarding my desires and take it like the strong woman I think you are. As I have said before, it is your choice. But I am getting very tired of your indecision. Perhaps we should just call this quits,” he said walking toward a side door.

“No, no, please don't go. I...I'll accept it.”

“That isn't what I said.”

The dark haired beauty took a deep breath and said, “Please spank me, Sir.” She turned, bent over the table, and pulled up the hem of the skirt.

“Spread your legs.” She moved her feet out. “Farther.” She could feel the lips slick apart as she complied. They seemed heavy as they hung there in front of him. God this is so humiliating, she thought. For his part, he studied the rounded cheeks in front of him appreciatively, framed as they were by the garter belt and stockings.

“Sir, could you lock the door, please?” she asked.

“Afraid of visitors? It would be interesting to see the reaction on a subordinates face if your yelling is heard and he decides to check out the room. You will be punished and punished well. I will not ease off because you might be embarrassed. This will be a moment to remember.”

“Could I have something to muffle the sound if I cry out, Sir?”

Kyle took the panties out of his pocket. “Open,” he said as she still held up the skirt. He made sure the cotton strip was in contact with her tongue, rubbed it up and down and then stuffed them in so her mouth wouldn't quite close. He removed his coat and laid it on the table next to her face. He stood for a full minute staring appreciatively, during which she closed her eyes in dreaded anticipation.

SMACK. She felt it on her left cheek and flinched just after the sound reached her ears. SMACK, SMACK, the second and third also landed on the same spot, leaving overlaying handprints. As he warmed to the task, he increased the force of his strikes always landing them on the same cheek. Soon it turned a warm pink and she was shrieking into the panties with every blow. She ground her teeth into the panties, cursing him a thousand times in her mind but telling herself that she could take it, that she had to take it. Then the tears started to flow and as the color turned from pink to red, she shouted out to him “pluuth gans widss.”

“What?” he said stopping and pulling out the gag.

“Please change sides, Sir. The left side is killing me.”

“As you wish,” was his reply as he stuffed the gag back in and looked at a swollen hand. He changed sides and resumed his task with the other hand. The change left her quiet save slight moans for a half minute but soon she was wiggling and squawking with the blows. The tears started again and at about the 40 th stroke she collapsed onto the table, still clutching her skirt hem, shaking and sobbing so close to an orgasm. He stopped and rubbed up and down the cheeks, now bright red and hot to the touch. He pulled a plastic bag out of his coat pocket and took out a piece of rubber all lubed up. He pulled aside one red cheek and inserted it into her, then pulled it out and pushed it back in several times. It was easy in her relaxed state.

“Did you already shit today?” he asked crassly removing the cloth from her mouth. He looked at it, and put it in his pocket. She didn't answer him immediately. Then, eyes still closed, and make-up running she responded, “Yes, This morning, Sir.”

“This butt plug is not to be removed, under any circumstances until I take it out. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she sniffled, her shaking finally coming under control.

“Hold you skirt up and come over here,” he ordered moving to a chair and sitting down. She righted herself and looked down at her bush revealed for him to see below her skirt. She walked over to the chair where he was seated watching her. He looked at her face still beautiful in spite of the tracks of mascara. Her hair, completely down now was shoulder length and disheveled. He pointed to the floor and she knelt in front of him. He stood, undid his pants, took them off with his boxers, folded them, put them on the table and sat back down.

“Your blow job last night was adequate for a beginner, but you have a lot to learn in that department. We'll start with a few rudimentary things today. Continue holding up your skirt. A red ass still burning will remind you of your mistake and help you do a better job here. Besides that, it is important that you learn to give a blowjob without using your hands. Start by licking up my cock. That's it, the sides as well as the underside. Get it nice and wet. OK. Now take it in your mouth. You need to work on the head first. Circle it with your tongue.”

She obliged as best she could while balancing on her feet and knees.

“Now form a tight O with your mouth and take it all the way back into your mouth.”

She leaned forward and took it into the back of her mouth and gagged when it hit the front of her throat.

“Now back out and circle the head with your tongue again.”

She gagged as it went in the second time, pulled back and swirled her tongue around his cock head.

“Deeper,” he said.

After gagging the third time she pulled back and said, “Sir, I can't take it into my throat. I don't want to throw up all over you.”

He grabbed her and pulled her across his lap as she pleaded, “Please, Sir, no. Not there. I can't take any more there.”

”You SMACK will SMACK have to learn SMACK to do SMACK as I SMACK command SMACK without question SMACK.” He proceeded to hit first one cheek and then the other, making sure to jar the butt plug as he did so. “When I SMACK ask you to suck me SMACK I do not SMACK expect talking SMACK.”

She could feel his engorged cock digging into her stomach as she kicked and squirmed. It wasn't so much the number of strokes that he landed, but rather the fact that she was very sore from the previous ones that made it hurt like hell. He dumped the teary-eyed beauty on the floor in front of him. “You will learn to control the gag reflex and take it all the way down your throat. We will have to work on that later.”

Sniveling, she nodded, pulled her skirt up again and leaned forward to take him into her mouth. He pointed to his leg, which was covered with her juice and said “Clean off your mess.” She had to get a hold of herself, she decided. She looked at his eyes and seeing no sign that he might relent started to lick the juice off his thigh, tasting herself for the second time in her life.

When she had finished Rebecca took him into her mouth. She swirled around the crown as he had taught, then tightened her mouth and pushed in to engulf his cock. She took him as far as she dared, then sucked hard as she pulled out. Then around the cock head again and back down. She was not going to chance another session across his knees. Over and over again she worked, concentrating on bringing him off as quickly as possible. She noticed that some drool was making its way down her leg, but she pushed the information to the back of her mind and focused on him. Before long she could feel his legs tense and knew it wouldn't be long. She could taste the precum on her tongue and he got harder in her mouth. Then his hand was in her hair and he was shooting into her mouth. She swallowed cum for a second time in her life as she continued to move her mouth up and down, sucking hard and milking him to the last drop.

Rebecca Dunbar sat back on her haunches and watched. He sat for a minute relishing the feelings her mouth had reluctantly provided. Then he stood and replaced pants and coat and told her she could let go of the skirt and get up. She stood, replacing the high heels that had dropped off while across his lap with her legs flailing. She pulled her hair back and fastened it again, then followed him, feeling the butt plug as she walked out through the kitchenette back into her office.

“Give these to your secretary,” Kyle said handing her the soaked panties.

She looked at them in surprise. “What am I supposed to say?”

“It's entirely up to you,” he said.

She straightened her skirt, tucked her blouse back into it and smoothed her jacket. Then holding her head high she took the panties, walked out to her secretary's desk. “Mrs. Davis, these fell into the sink by mistake. See if you can dry them and I'll pick them up later.” Then she turned before Mrs. Davis could see how red she was and shut the door behind her.

Kyle had a little smile on his face. “I'll pick you up here at 6:30 this evening. You can call Maria and tell her that you will be home tonight later.”

“How do you know her name?” she said.

“It was on your tax paperwork. She's your employee, remember?”

“Oh, yes. 6:30. You do remember that I have an appointment at 3:30?”

“It will prepare you for our meeting later.”

Later, she said to herself. What more could he do to me than what he has done already except screw me, and that I can take. She could still feel the heat on her ass especially when she moved and the cloth of her skirt rubbed against her skin. Then there was the tingling sensation that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in her loins. She had another appointment soon, although she couldn't for the life of her remember who it was.

As if on cue, he said, “I'll leave you to your work. I'll be at the door downstairs at 6:30,” and walked out the door to a still surprised Mrs. Davis who quickly tucked the sodden panties she was looking at in a drawer.

Rebecca stood for a minute to recover. Then she went into the executive bathroom attached to her office, stripped and took a quick shower, taking care not to disturb the butt plug so recently inserted. She felt better when she had finished and redressed. She phoned Maria and let her know about the change in plans for the evening. Rebecca knew she looked presentable for her 11:00 appointment but she noticed things were still quite warm on her backside when she sat down.

The time dragged but Rebecca made it through her work schedule and left at 3:15 for her beauty shop appointment. The girl at the desk ushered her into a booth and introduced her to Betty who would be taking care of her. Betty took her suit coat and told her to remove her clothes. She waited for Betty to leave so she could undress, but the girl just stood and looked at her. Rebecca then removed her shoes and skirt, purposely not looking at the beautician's expression when it became obvious that she hadn't worn underwear. The blouse and bra soon followed. She unhooked her hose, took them off without turning her back, and finally the garter belt was laid on the side table along with the other items of clothing.

Rebecca sat on the edge of the table and swiveled onto her back. She lay down and Betty spread her legs. Looking at the mass of hair in front of her, Betty grasped labia on either side and opened, both women noting the skwooshing sound it made and the odor of her sex. She then peered at the task in front of her. Rebecca wished she had taken a shower just before the appointment and fought the urge to close her legs and run from the table. Scissors were produced and the entire area was trimmed short. The beautician went to a table and brought back a cleansing liquid. She proceeded to wash Rebecca's cunt, smiling to herself as the woman on the table squirmed when the cloth was dragged over her clit. Then she dried it with a towel and powder was applied. Next wax was spread into place causing a bit of a stir before it was yanked off to her victim's muffled squeal. Rebecca steeled herself to the indignity of being twisted into a variety of lewd positions and didn't let out another sound until a drop of wax was dropped on her clit and she convulsed and swore. Betty apologized for the mistake and smiled watching Rebecca as she scraped it off with a fingernail. Then she continued as though nothing had happened.

When the front was finished, Betty told Rebecca to raise her legs so she could get the rest of the hairs underneath. “Couldn't we just let that go,” she responded, “I am completely nude in the front.”

“You are except for a little strip at the top. My orders were most specific,” said Betty. “You are to be devoid of hair from your navel to the back of your ass, except for the landing strip I mentioned. I will lose my job if even a single hair remains.”

Rebecca had feared this ever since she had entered the shop. She groaned in embarrassment and raised her legs holding the back of her knees up and wide apart.

“Your butt plug will have to come out,” said Betty looking at the pink ass with splotches of red still visible.

“No, I'm sorry, it will have to stay where it is,” retorted Rebecca. “Can't you work around it?”

“It will make the job much harder. I'll remove it—just for a couple of minutes. No one will ever know.”

“No, I'm sorry. It'll have to be left in place,” said Rebecca remembering the events of the afternoon.

“I don't know,” said Betty working the plug in and out. “Tina, come in here and help me for a few minutes,” she said opening the door, then hoisting the leg over her shoulder as Tina appeared and closed the door behind her.

“Her ass is so r...” said Tina before she could stop herself. “What do you want me to do?”

I have to finish waxing,” said Betty. “But she wants me to leave the butt plug where it is. Can you pull it partway out and hold it over to the side so I can get at the furze there?”

Tina pushed the other leg out of the way and heard the unmistakable sound of her vagina sucking apart, then worked the butt plug in and out several times while pushing and pulling it from side to side to see whether it gave Betty room to wax. Rebecca ground her teeth and clenched her fists at the indignity, but held her tongue. Yet again, she cursed Kyle for orchestrating another predicament to make her life hell. Finally Tina pulled it part way out, pushed hard right and said, “This angle should do just fine for the left side.”

Tina and Betty finished that side and changed places to get at the other side with Tina again moving the plug about to find the best angle to work at. Betty didn't help things any when a drop of wax dripped on her anus. “Iiieeeeooo,” was the response as Rebecca raised herself as much as she could, looked down between her legs and cursed. But the girls held her legs firmly and the only thing she could do was lay back down and buck as the hardened wax was scraped off with another fingernail.

When they finished, the beauticians wiped the longsuffering ass with lotion while looking for any stray hairs that had been missed. They pulled out a couple with tweezers and then the butt plug was pushed back into place. They examined the front for any stray hairs and used the lotion again when satisfied that none remained. “There you are Ma'am, finished,” said the smiling Betty. Rebecca waited for them to leave so she could dress, but they stood and waited for her. She pulled on most of her clothing and picked up the garter belt and stockings to carry with her.

“What do I owe you?” she asked.

They both laughed. “It has been paid for. But you could tip us,” said Betty raising her skirt to reveal a hairless pussy with a heart tattooed just above it to the left.

Rebecca rushed past them and out of the shop with their laughter ringing in her ears. She drove like a maniac through rush hour traffic. When she returned to the office, she went to her bathroom and replaced the garter belt and stockings and sat at her desk for a few minutes to regroup before trying to finish off the day. She certainly was stinging down there, and couldn't imagine why anyone would purposely go through the ordeal of having herself waxed.

The time passed slowly and at 6:15 she packed up and left for the day. She was waiting at the door when Kyle pulled up in his Jag, and lifted the back of her skirt before sitting down. They drove for 10 minutes in silence before pulling up in front of a Chinese Restaurant. They ordered and she sat gingerly on her bare butt. The meal came and they began eating.

“Why do you have to embarrass me so?” asked Rebecca finally. “I was humiliated at the restaurant and on the way home last night. This morning was no picnic. Then you forced me to, to, you know this afternoon.”

“Because I can, and because it is a way to get into your mind. I don't suppose anyone ever made you do anything you didn't want to do.”

“No, my men have always respected me too much to do that.”

“I respect you too much to let you go through life unfulfilled sexually. Besides I like to take charge in a relationship,” he smiled. “Did you bring yourself off after the morning spanking?”

“No, of course not. I couldn't even think about that after the way you beat me.”

He laughed. “You're probably soaking your chair right now. Shall we check?”

Rebecca shook her head. There was no need. She knew he was right. She hadn't been this turned on since--she tried to remember since when, but couldn't. John would play with her and she would usually get horny. They would have sex and that was that. She might even have to bring herself off if this went on any longer, she thought. Then realized ruefully that it would be a victory for Kyle if she did. She seemed to be in a position where she couldn't win. He, on the other hand, had had two blowjobs and she knew he wasn't suffering any.

When they had finished, he drove her to his house off in a suburban ancillary to the city. It was fairly new in a quiet, but upscale neighborhood that spoke of older money. It was well appointed with large trees that partially blocked the view and a brick exterior. They walked to the front door and Kyle let them in to a large foyer, which opened into the living room.

“Go to the center of the room and kneel,” he said quietly.

She gave him a quick look and then did as requested.

“You entered this house fully clothed. That will never happen again without my express command. When you get to the front door, you will remove all your clothes except the stockings and garter belt, fold them and place them on the chair by the door. Then, and only then, will you ring the doorbell. Is that clear?”

“Yes, I think so, Sir.”

“I don't want you to think, just do. When you are let in, you will kneel where you are now.

“Yes, Sir.”

“But that isn't what you did tonight, is it?”

“No, Sir.”

“Then do it, now.”

Rebecca scrambled to her feet and retraced her steps to the front door. She opened it and stepped outside looking at the houses around his as she heard it close behind her. Anyone walking down the sidewalk would see her, and there were clear views from several windows in the neighboring houses. Why didn't he undress her like the other men she had had? She just hated the thought of undressing herself for him. Taking a deep breath, she removed her clothing a piece at a time, folded it and placed it on the chair. Finally she was down to skirt and bra. The bra won the toss and was removed first, followed quickly by the skirt. Then she rang the doorbell. And waited. And waited. She rang it again while looking around. It finally opened with Kyle looking grim.

“I don't remember asking you to ring the doorbell twice,” he said blocking the way as she tried to enter. “Try it again.”

“What?” she couldn't believe him. “Sir?” She added as an afterthought.

“Try it again. Undress, fold your clothes, place them on the chair, and ring the doorbell.”

This was all too much. She just wanted to scream. He didn't seem to care about her embarrassment. He didn't seem to care if the neighbors saw her naked. For all she knew the police might have been called by outraged neighbors. He was such an ass hole she couldn't believe it. She redressed as quickly as possible as the door shut again. Then she undressed as before and rang the doorbell once.

The door opened and Kyle smilingly said, “Mrs. Dunbar, how nice to see you this evening. You do look stunning. Won't you please come in?”

Rebecca brushed past him and went to the designated spot in the middle of the living room floor. There she knelt. He looked at the well-formed figure in front of him with the garter and stockings setting off a near perfect body.

Kyle walked over to her. “The proper posture must be learned. Interlace your fingers and put them behind your neck. Elbows straight out at the side.”

When it was done, he continued, “Knees shoulder width apart with toes touching in back.” That was a bit awkward, she thought as she shifted and felt herself open up.

“Now you should be up straight with tits out and stomach in. Head up, eyes down. If I leave the room, you may relax onto your heels, but will come back to attention as soon as I reenter. Is all this clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“This is Position #1 and like all positions you learn will always be entered gracefully and completely nude except for hose, garter, and shoes. Remember, obeying me is your choice. Not obeying me is also your choice. Either one will have consequences.”

He walked around her slowly. She thought she had never felt so naked in her life, like being put on display in a zoo. He walked behind her and she could hear a cabinet door being opened. She wanted to look but didn't dare. A heavy wooden ruler came into sight and he placed it under her left breast lifting it as if to test its weight. Then he lifted the right one and bounced it several times. She saw what this had done to her nipples as they bobbed up and down, but didn't need to see them to know how hard they were. She felt the strain in her legs from the position she was in and her arms were starting to feel heavy. Around back again and she felt the edge of the ruler as it lightly traced a line up her left thigh, through her buttocks and up her spine. She shivered at his touch.

SMACK. SMACK. The ruler hit her across each of her breasts right at the nipple. “I said chest out and stomach in.”

She flinched at the pain but immediately thrust her breasts out and straightened again hoping that he was done hitting her there. “You did well not to move when I was correcting you.”

Other men she could understand and control. She had absolutely no idea what he was capable of doing. He trailed his fingers up the nape of her neck. It was his first physical touch except for pinching her nipples last night. Now up her neck in the front and across her face. He followed the contours of her face with a finger and she opened her mouth when he got there. He worked it slowly in and out and she swirled her tongue around it. Her legs were starting to shake now.

“Position #2. Turn so your ass if facing me, put your face on the carpet. Spread your knees as wide as they will go and pull your ass cheeks apart with your hands.”

She swung around and moved into the position required, feeling the blood rush into her arms. She felt her face grind into the rug as she reached back and grasped her cheeks. “Keep your ass as high as it will go.” Kyle examined the wax job from the lower perspective then worked the butt plug in and out as few times. It was loose, so he pulled it out. It gave a beep and he replaced it with another a bit bigger which also beeped as it was pushed home. She could feel her sphincter pop open as he pulled it out a few times and was surprised that as full as she felt, it didn't hurt.

“Have you ever had anal sex?” he inquired.

“I...I tried it once in college but it was too painful so we had to stop.”

“Not with your husband?”

“No, he wanted to but I always refused,” she admitted.

“You have always been in control—of yourself and of your partner. It is safer that way, I know, but it also inhibits your sexuality.”

Kyle went over and sat on the couch. “Come over here,” he said.

Rebecca started to get up.

“Position #1,” he snapped. She knelt as he had taught her with her hands behind her head and touched her toes together behind her being careful not to ruin her nylons.

“Did I ask you to stand?” he said gruffly.

“No, Sir. But you asked me to come over to you.”

“So do it.”

She moved forward to balance on all fours and crawled over to him.

“Stand.” It was like ordering a dog, she thought. “Spread your legs—feet shoulder width apart. Hands will go behind your back and rest on the curve of the buttocks. Elbows should be almost touching behind you to thrust your breasts out. No stray hairs that I can see. Did you give Betty and Tina a tip?”

“No, Sir,” she said blushing as she remembered their laughter. “They said payment had already been provided.”

He rubbed cream into her sensitive pussy and it took the sting away.

“Pull your cunt open as far as you can—and for God sakes stick out your tits for me.”

Rebecca's lips were puffy and red as she opened herself up. Her clit was bigger than she could remember. This was worse, much worse, than the trip to the gynecologist's office.

Kyle slid two fingers into her cunt and hooking them around, pulled her to him until her shins bumped against the couch. “Let go and fuck my fingers,” he said crudely.

Rebecca dipped tentatively and groaned as his fingers slid in easily. He pushed against the bumpy G-spot as she straightened up again.

“Deeper this time.”

She dipped down until she felt his knuckles against her cunt before pulling up as he kept pressure on the front wall.

“Get into a rhythm,” he said.

She began moving against him, fucking his fingers. He smiled as he watched her breasts sway with the motion. She watched his face and wondered if she was supposed to cum. She guessed the answer was no since he hadn't said anything about it one way or another.

Kyle reached under with his free hand and as she pushed herself onto his fingers he grasped the butt plug, pulling it out as she rose again. She felt her control slipping with both holes being filled at once. It was so wrong but she couldn't deny the feeling.

“Faster,” he ordered. “I want to feel you hit hard when you ‘bottom out',” smiling at the double entendre.

Rebecca increased the speed of her motion. She was breathing heavily from the exertion. Kyle could feel the plug through the thin wall separating it from his fingers. Now her cunt was tightening every few strokes. A red blush was visible on her chest and neck. She could feel her legs starting to shake and knew she couldn't take much more.

“Please, Sir.”

“Please, what?” he answered.

“Please may I cum, Sir?”

“Fuck my fingers like you want to cum.”

She could feel the control slipping. She was so close. She put every ounce of remaining strength into jerking down hard and fast onto his fingers and was rewarded when he said “Cum for me.”

He pushed hard against her G-spot and she exploded, shrieking with her eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back. Her legs felt like jelly but she willed them to continue the motion hitting his knuckles and the base of the plug hard as her cunt contracted. She reached out and put a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. She slowed the motion and collapsed on his legs, trying to catch her breath. His fingers were still imbedded in her and he held them there for a minute before slipping them out.

“You have probably never cum like that with your husband,” he said quietly.

“God, no,” was all she could manage as she continued to shake. She couldn't ever remember cumming without clitoral stimulation. This was another first with a man who seemed to know her better than she knew herself. The strength of her orgasm scared her more than a little. She knew it was partly from being with someone new, but she had had two affairs when John was gone for long periods of time and they were never like this. There was something about him that oozed a kind of raw sexuality she couldn't understand.

“Position #2,” he said breaking the quiet.

Rebecca heard his voice from far away as through a tunnel. When it finally registered, she dragged herself off him and knelt and pulled her cheeks apart. Kyle pulled the butt plug out and lowered his pants.

“No,” she said too late as he was sliding into her. He stopped when he hit bottom and she marveled that there could be no pain.

His right arm circled her waist and he palmed her left breast before kneading it

“You can let go now,” he said and she released her grip on her cheeks. “Rub your clit for me.”

It was the first time she had felt the silky smoothness the waxing had left. There was no hair to get in the way as she made circles around her clit. When he could tell she was lost in the feeling he pulled out slowly, held it there, and then pushed back in. She was warm and tight but there were no spasms as he pushed past her sphincter. It wouldn't be long now, he knew, and he had no reason to make himself wait. He squeezed the breast in his hand, and then pinched it before going to the right one and repeating the process. His left hand stroked her red bespeckled ass cheek and then he scraped his fingernails over the still sensitive flesh making her shiver.

Rebecca, the one orgasm woman, was lost in the sensation—all thoughts of self-control abandoned. She felt him move and listened to his breathing. She knew she would wait for him. She felt him squeezing each nipple in turn and rubbed faster.

Kyle's other hand slid off her ass to cup the other breast. Now he had more leverage and pulled her back onto him by her tits as he lunged forward. The rhythm was fixed and he pushed into her over and over again.

“You will cum for me in 5 seconds,” he said

“5,” he said thrusting into her hard.

“4.” She rubbed faster still.

“3.” He could feel her start to spasm.

“2.” He squeezed her breasts hard as he pulled her back against him.

“1.” She felt his cock expand in her.

“CUM,” he shouted shooting into her backside and feeling her ass contract around him in turn. She dug the nails of her left hand into her palm while fingering circles around her clit furiously with the right.

“O God, O God,” she moaned over and over again. She was jarred forward every time he crashed into her from behind. The pain in her breasts became pleasure just before her orgasm hit but the pain returned as she came down the other side. When it was over, she felt his weight on her back and they fell over on their sides. Still quivering in orgasm, she started to cry.

When he could move, Kyle slid out of her and sat back on the couch. He watched her all curled up on her side in a ball. Her breathing was returning to normal and she had stopped crying. He leaned forward and replaced the butt plug, which emitted a beep. “You will have 30 minutes in the morning that you may be without the butt plug. It must remain in you the rest of the day.” He sat back down on the couch.

“Clean me off,” he said.

“Uh?” she responded turning to him and raising bleary eyes.

“Clean me off.”

“You can't mean...?”

“Do it now.”

The executive crawled over to him and pulled some hairs back. Then not believing this was really happening to her, she took his cock into her mouth. The taste was rancid, but not as bad as she thought it would be. After tonguing it for a minute she let it slip from her mouth and let her head drop on his lap. He ran his fingers through her hair for a few minutes and noted how soft the features were in her face when she was totally relaxed. This gesture of affection bothered her more than anything else he had done. It was easier to hate him when he was forcing her to obey his commands.

He helped her to her feet and said, “Sit for a minute,” pointing to the chair opposite him. “Have you read The Story of O?” She shook her head. “Your legs must never be closed. You will always wear a skirt or dress when you go out and must show that you are open and available sexually at all times by keeping your legs parted.” When she complied he continued, “Whenever I call, whether at work or at home you must give instructions that my calls at to be put through at once. I don't care what you are doing or who you are with.”

“I understand, Sir.”

“Let's go home,” he said pulling on pants and shirt. They went to the door and he watched as she dressed on the veranda. He dropped her next to her car in the company parking lot and she drove home to an exhausted sleep.

 

Thanks to all you who took the time to e-mail me with words of encouragement or ideas for future episodes. I try and answer all e-mails with a return address. Comments and suggestions on Rebecca's past or future training are always welcome. I may be reached at simplysizzlingwriter@yahoo.com (I know, I know, but finding a name there seems an impossibility nowadays <S>).

Training Rebecca Part III (Saturday)

Rebecca Dunbar awoke early on Saturday morning. She did this without the alarm being set; it was just her routine and she didn't change it just because it was the weekend. She donned exercise attire and went downstairs. Upon entering the home gym, she saw a box sitting on the table. She went in search of Maria and found her in the laundry room.

“What's with the box in the gym?” she asked.

“It arrived yesterday with instructions to put it there. The deliveryman said you'd be expecting it.”

She returned to the exercise room and opened the box. Inside was a note explaining that she was to wear the enclosed item while exercising, a minimum of half an hour a day. She pulled out the wrapped item and opened it. She turned it around and around. It was a strap with a leather phallus attached. She thought at first he was going to make her wear a dildo, but a card on the plastic wrap showed a picture of a girl with the strap around her head and the wide end where the phallus attached was at her mouth. This was too much. He had disrupted her life when he was with her, and the butt plug made her conscious of him even when he wasn't.

She made a decision, put it back in the box and started her routine. Maria knocked and entered a few minutes later with the phone and handed it to Rebecca who was pedaling the stationary bike.

“You have chosen to ignore me,” the voice said when she picked up the phone.

“No, sir,” she hastily replied. “I was just about to start my exercises,” she lied, “and had just opened the box. Was it from you?”

The line went dead. Damn him, she thought as she handed the phone back to Maria and thanking her for bringing it. After her housekeeper had left, she went back to the box and retrieved the fake cock. The package called it a pecker gag. The leather made her mouth bulge as she inserted it. She pushed slowly until it hit the back of her mouth and she gagged. She looked and realized she still had a little farther to go past that point. She put it in again until it reached the gagging point. Then with a will she relaxed her mouth and throat muscles and pushed just a little. No gagging. Just a little more. She pushed the last little way and gagged again. The offending article was rejected as she hacked and coughed. She wanted to cry but refused to let herself. She sat down so she could concentrate. In again, she tilted her head up for easier entry, muscles forced to relax, and the last little push was made without gagging. She swallowed around it and found it quite uncomfortable. She thought about not buckling it, but he seemed to anticipate her every move, so she buckled it behind her head. It wasn't long enough to block her breathing but breathing through her mouth was out of the question.

Rebecca slowly and carefully moved back to the exercise bike and mounted. The rest of her exercising was done at a measured pace. She couldn't get to the point where she was breathing hard and she didn't want to start gagging around the “Pecker gag” since it was buckled on. By the end, her throat muscles seemed to be relaxed around it and she unbuckled it and took it off. Her mouth was very dry and she took a drink from her water bottle before stowing her new “toy” in the back of the cabinet.

She went up to the master bath where she looked at the clock and took out the butt plug. It felt heavy and she could feel something metal inside the rubber. After a few moments, it gave off a beep. She sat on the toilet and took a shower. It felt funny soaping her hairless pussy, but it was also erotic she agreed reluctantly. She finished and dried before her 30 minutes was up and reinserted the plug, which soon beeped. The entire focus of everything he made her do was aimed at stirring her sexuality. And despite her best efforts to the contrary, her body was betraying her.

She dressed in sloppy clothes for ramming around the house, and spent a while piddling about the home office. The boys came in to say they were going out to an amusement part with Maria. Rebecca usually took them out someplace on Saturday, but she didn't want to go in a skirt without panties, and she didn't know when Kyle would call again. After they left she changed into a bikini that set off her curves and went out back to lay in the sun by the pool.

The phone rang about 2:00 and she went inside to get it.

“Good afternoon,” said a familiar voice.

“Good afternoon, Sir.”

“Are you spending a pleasant day at home?”

“Yes, thank you Sir.” The small talk was getting on her nerves. She been expecting his call all day and wanted to at least know what he had planned for her.

“Come to my house tonight at 8:00.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And Rebecca?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Bring a mouthful of cum.”

The line went dead before she could respond. Why was he doing this to her? She saw red for a minute, the phone still at her ear. Her fingers clutched at the receiver, wanting to scream at the top of her voice. He was arrogant, barbaric, with no thought for her wellbeing. He disregarded every convention of civilized society. Then, without making a conscious decision, her brain started working to figure out how she could accomplish this task. It is 2:00 now. She would have to find someplace with men in it early. It would be light at 7:30, so it would be hard to find a place outside. The next few hours should have been peaceful ones at home, but he had disrupted her life again as she considered the problems she would face this evening and their potential solutions.

At 6:00 she dressed in her shortest and tightest skirt, which covered the obligatory garters and stockings. She chose a push-up bra and tight, low-cut sweater to accentuate her curves. Her hair, she let down and left a bit wild. Then she finished off by adding bright red lipstick and her highest heels. Who is this woman, she asked herself when she looked in the mirror?

At 6:30 she left the house. Maria's raised eyebrows were her unspoken comment. Rebecca drove to a middle-class bar and grille and parked. The bar wasn't very crowded and she ordered a drink and looked around. There were only a couple of possibilities she thought as she eyed a balding middle age man alone at a table and a man about mid-twenties in a suit at the end of the bar. She had to play this out; it couldn't happen too soon. She looked at her watch, 6:50. She took a sip. Other people came in. A group of guys celebrating after a game of some sort sat in the corner, and a couple took a table. She was jarred with the realization that she hadn't been sitting properly. She looked around as though he could be there spying on her and slid off the stool. Try as she might, she couldn't get on the stool with the back of her skirt up, not without lifting the whole damn thing to her waist anyway. So she just stood and sipped.

7:00, time seemed to stand still. When no one else came in, she decided to strike up a conversation with the hunk in the suit and see if something could develop. As she made her move an attractive redhead entered the bar and joined him. Strike one at 7:10.

When no one else had entered 5 minutes later, she went over and asked if she could sit at the table with the middle age man. He indicated a vacant chair and she sat down. He wasn't particularly attractive, with a middle that kept him at arms length from the table. Now what, she wondered? They introduced themselves. Would he like to buy her another drink? He would, and went to the bar as she downed the rest of hers. By the time he returned with the drinks it was after 7:25 and she knew she had to make her move. She took a good swallow of the fresh one to steady her nerves and reached out and put a hand on his arm.

“Maybe we could go somewhere,” she started.

“Where?”

“Someplace where we could be alone,” she tried to speak seductively but it didn't come off.

“Are you a hooker or something?” he asked.

She blushed at the insinuation and took a drink to calm her nerves. “No, just looking for a good time.”

“I've never seen you in here before,” he wasn't too sure. She was definitely a cut or two above anyone who would look at him. “Are you a cop?”

She shook her head. “I've never been in here before. But I want to make you feel special tonight,” she said feeling desperate now. It was almost 7:35.

“If you're sure.”

She took his arm and led him out of the bar. “Where is your car?” she asked.

He pointed to a Pontiac a couple of cars down. She groaned at the proximity to the door and steered him away to her Mercedes at the edge of the parking lot. She hit the button and the doors unlocked. She opened the back door and motioned for him to get in.

“Right here?” he asked.

“I don't have a lot of time right now, sweetheart. Maybe later we can meet and do it right.” She couldn't lose him now. She pulled her sweater and bra down to reveal her breasts. He reached out and stroked the left one. She slid across the rear seat and he followed, closing the door. She unfastened his pants and pulled his cock out and he reached over so he could run a hand over her breasts. She pushed him back and sucked him in; working the way Kyle had taught her. His moans gained force every time she swirled her tongue around the head. She started bobbing her head quickly now, and she reached under to massage his balls. He leaned forward so he could play with her nipples and the combination sent him over the edge. She sucked ‘til her mouth was full, then raised her head and continued to bring him off with her hand.

Now what? She opened the door and got out, but he didn't move. She tried to talk but jism ran down her chin and she scooped it up with a finger and sucked it in. She reached in and grabbed his arm to pull him out but he pulled her back in on top of him and as her stomach hit his knee, the precious cum she had been saving was spit out all over him.

Damn, Damn. Damn. She looked at the mess that had spewn all over his pants and wondered if she could suck it all up. But it was already soaking into the material. “Out,” she yelled figuring he could not cum again no matter what she did. “Just get out.” It was 7:47. He scrambled out pulling his soiled pants up and looking bewildered. She hit the lock button as she ran back into the bar leaving him there. She look around and with little choice picked out one of the jocks. She leaned over and whispered in his ear that he looked like a real stud and she wanted to give him the best blowjob of his life.

“What?” She repeated what she had said elaborating on what she would do for him. The others looked on quizzically.

“You've got to be kidding?”

“You heard me right, Stud,” she whispered. “Shall we?” she said grabbing his hand.

“Hey guys, this broad wants blow-jobs. Shall we oblige her?” At first they wouldn't believe it, then the whole group became animated, talking and laughing about the needs of a slut as she reddened even more and pulled her hand away.

Eight minutes to go. There was no time for this. She went to the end of the bar as asked for a plastic cup. The bartender handed it to her and she grabbed his hand and dragged him into the back room. The jocks watching the proceedings hooted and hollered behind her. She didn't even take down his pants, but knelt, unzipped the bewildered 30 something, fished him out, and grasped the base firmly. She sucked on the head while milking him with her free hand. Now her mouth followed the hand up and down his cock. The jocks out in the bar had taken up a chant and were clapping in unison shouting, “Go, Go, Go, Go, Go.” She closed out the sound and concentrated on making him cum. His hand went to her hair and held it firmly. She felt a certain amount of power in feeling him get harder and harder—then he was spewing into her mouth. When it was full, she spit it into the cup and then went back for the rest. A glob had fallen meanwhile on the curve of her right breast. She rose, spitting the rest into the cup, and turned to go.

“Lady...,” he said, his cock still twitching from the hole in his pants.

But she was gone. The jocks were still chanting and had moved over toward the bar. They saw the cup, the cum on her chin, and the glob above her sweater, and broke into cheers. God, what ass holes, she thought as she ran through them and out the door. As she scrambled toward her car in high heels, she scooped up the glob with a finger and flicked it into the cup. Her cheering section followed her outside and she could still hear them yelling and laughing as she spun the tires leaving the parking lot.

The car clock said 7:57. She raced the 7 or so miles to his house holding the precious cup in her free hand and praying that all the cops in the area were on doughnut break. The car squealed to a halt in his drive and she ran the last leg of the race to the door emptying the contents of the cup into her mouth and throwing it aside. Thirty seconds later she was ringing the doorbell and breathing heavily through her nose. Her watch, she had forgotten to take it off. It read 8:04 as she dropped it on the table. She glanced down at her nudity and prayed that no one was looking this direction. The minutes ticked by. Her breathing had slowed but the mouthful was becoming uncomfortable. She heard an elderly couple walking down the sidewalk and she turned toward the door, feeling very conspicuous. She didn't know if they looked toward the house or not. At 8:08 the door was opened. She recognized the secretary from Kyle's office, attired as she was except for an apron.

“You're late,” was her only comment, as Rebecca brushed past to take up Position #1. Rebecca waited several minutes there before hearing muted footsteps behind her.

His voice sounded displeased. “You will be punished.”

She could only nod.

“Did you come prepared as I asked?”

She nodded affirmatively again.

“Let me see.” She tilted her head back and opened so he could see the thick, milky liquid she had worked so hard to obtain.

“Close your mouth, but don't swallow,” he said holding a stick with leather at the end. “I will give you your choice of punishments. Both will involve your breasts. I can tie you up and you will receive 10 on the underside of each tit. Or you can hold them up for me and I will hit each 4 times. Of course if you let one fall, it will receive 2 extra penalty shots. If you lose the cum with either choice, there will be 4 penalty shots each. Which will you chose?”

This is a choice, she said to herself?

“wogggggannnn.”

“O sorry, I forgot. Would you like choice 1?”

She shook her head no.

“Choice 2?”

She hesitated. The better of two evils is still an evil. But she finally nodded yes.

“Good. Stand up, grab both nipples and lift them as high as they will go. This will hurt, but you will want to remember the part about maintaining a full mouth.”

He flicked the rod, testing it. Then he snapped it with his wrist and the leather cracked on her right breast just below her fingers, making it jiggle. Her eyes opened wide and a gurgling sound escaped from her mouth. A red welt appeared to mark the spot. She steeled herself for the next one and it stung equally as much in the same place on her left breast. She closed her eyes and a growling sound came from her throat. She tightened the grip on her nipples. There was no way she was going to let this go into overtime.

He changed ends and ran the handle through her bare slit. The end was slick with her moisture as he held it up for inspection and nodded.

“One,” he announced.

The second one left a mark an inch to the right of the first on the right breast and a similar one soon appeared on the left. She had no idea the underside was so sensitive and wanted desperately to let go and massage the hurt away. Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of crying. She couldn't even close her mouth to grit her teeth.

“Two.”

Her mouth was salivating and the excess moisture gave her more than a mouthful. The excess was trickling down her throat and she had to swallow it little by little.

Crack. The leather hit an inch to the left of the original mark on her right breast. A tear trickled down her cheek unbidden as the injured breast stopped wiggling. He reached toward her and began massaging her clit. Shit, she thought when the realization hit her. If he brings me off now there is no way I can hold this damn cum in my mouth. She resolved not to respond. But the events of the past hour had made her too horny and there were too many distractions to her resolve. She was soon moving against his hand.

Crack. The leather tip came from below and popped against her left breast.

“Three.” His fingers continued manipulating her clit even as he hit her. Her fingers were cramping from holding her breasts up by the nipples. But she just had to get through two more strokes.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded tightening her grip on the already painful nipples. The fourth one snapped an inch below the first one on the lower curve of the right breast. He could see the momentary pain in her eyes before her resolution took over. It didn't seem quite as bad now that she was close to orgasm. The fingers continued to rub her soaked pussy. Her body was betraying her again.

“You would like to cum?” it was hardly a question.

She shook her head no, then yes. She didn't know what she wanted. The taste of cum was strong in her mouth and she thought of the bartender.

“You seem uncertain. Do you want to cum?”

Yes, she shook her head, yes. He could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm and stopped rubbing momentarily.

“Very well. You have done well. You may cum on the last stroke. Hold them higher.” Rebecca pulled her nipples up. “Higher still.” They were taunt now, with the nipples pointing straight up, gripped by fingers holding as tightly as possible. Everything there was sore. The nipples hurt from her abuse during the last 15 minutes and the rest ached from the welts he raised. She set her feet firmly, preparing for the end.

“I will count down from 30,” he said. “You will cum exactly at the end. And just to show that I can be lenient, I'll hit you the last time on the count of 2. Don't cum early—or late,” he added.

She nodded. How on earth did I get myself into this?

“30.” His fingers started rubbing circles around her clit again. Time seemed to stand still as she listened to his voice and lived in the moment of eroticism that swept over her.

“20.” She was breathing hard through her nose. She swallowed again as a bit of slime slid unbidden down her throat.

“15.” Her concentration was complete. Nothing but his voice and the hand at her pussy mattered.

“10.” Her moans became louder and more frequent. This was it.

“8.” He increased the pace. She had to wait.

“7.” She knew she would never forget the taste of his cum.

“6.” She pushed her cunt against him as hard as she could.

“5.” So close, breathe out.

“4.” So close, breathe in.

“3.” She squealed through her nose. She held her breath.

“2.” Crack.

“1.” The pain had turned to pleasure.

“Cum Rebecca. Cum for me my slut.” She struggled wanting to swallow as her insides contracted and wave after delicious, painful wave of orgasm washed over her. She didn't think to release her nipples and didn't realize how much they ached. Her knees shook and she straightened her legs to keep from falling down. He kept working her clit all through the orgasm. She started breathing in painful gasps through her nose. As she came down, she was sure this couldn't be happening to her.

Her mind cleared, and she lowered her nipples and let them go. A sharp pain told her the blood was flowing back into them. Her hands and fingers opened painfully.

“Open your mouth.”

He checked. “Swallow.”

“You are a bastard,” she said when she could speak. “Sir.”

He raised an eyebrow and pointed to the couch for her to sit. She did so thankfully since everything still quivered and her legs were like jelly.

“You didn't want to cum?” He sat in the chair opposite.

“I...no..., not that way.”

“You want to always be in control.”

She shrugged. “You are a fine one to talk about other people wanting to be in control.”

“When did you ever do anything sexually you didn't want to do?” he asked.

She thought for a moment. “I had sex with my husband the night before he left even though I wasn't interested.

“Did you cum?”

“Well, no”

“Then you kept your precious control even then. He had your body, but you never gave him your mind.”

She shrugged again. “I don't think of it as control. Just two people making love together.”

“Your husband wanted sex but you kept your orgasm to yourself. I wonder who came out ahead? And how are your orgasms with John?”

“They are just fine, thank you, Sir,” she said defensively.

“Powerful, like the way you came with me today,” he said cruelly.

“Something like that, yes,” but they both knew she was lying. Her orgasms with Kyle were the most intense of her life, but the cost was too great. Being ordered about like a dog wasn't her idea of fun in spite of the way her body responded. She hadn't even been spanked as a child. Blackmail had turned her life upside down.

Kyle pushed a button on the end table by his chair. In a few moments, the woman Rebecca knew as his secretary/housekeeper appeared.

“Sir?”

He nodded at the middle of the room. She folded her apron and put it on a table nearby before kneeling gracefully in position #1 in the middle of the room. Rebecca envied her poise and figure. She judged her to be about 5 years her junior. The pussy she presented had been prepared in the same way as her own. Her hair was auburn, not black like hers. She had been very business-like at the office, now Rebecca saw her as a beautiful creature oozing sexuality.

“You have done as I asked?” he wanted to know.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Joanna, meet Rebecca.”

“Good evening, Rebecca,” her eyes never left the floor.

Rebecca didn't know what to say in this bizarre situation.

“Joanna, Rebecca has only cum once. See to it.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said and crawled over to a panicking Rebecca.

“You don't understand, Sir,” she almost shouted. “I am not a lesbian.”

He grinned. “Neither is she. Obeying me is a choice she made, although like you, she found it difficult at first. Her husband sent her to me as a result of a little tax indiscretion. Her year will be up soon and I'll send her back per our arrangement.”

“And what is OUR arrangement, as you call it?” she said raising her voice.

“There is none. I'm not convinced yet that you are worth the effort. You still have to prove yourself worthy of my unique form of tutelage.”

“So after all I have been through, I may still go to jail?”

He shrugged. “Life isn't fair. It's easy for you to give orders but obeying someone else you find most difficult. You have already forgotten the proper seating posture.”

Rebecca had instinctively closed her legs when Joanna came into the room. She looked down at them and forced them open.

“Joanna, if you please.”

She moved forward again.

“No, please. I'll do it with you, any way you want, Sir. I'll even be punished,” she gulped. “Please, not with a woman.” She began to cry.

“You are afraid and that is natural. But cumming on the mouth of another woman won't make you gay. The decision has already been made,” he said in a calm, low voice that brooked no resistance.

Joanna knelt in front of Rebecca, lifted her right leg and placed the foot on the couch beside her, turning her body so she lay back against the corner cushions. The left leg was hoisted onto her shoulder leaving her wide open.

“Show Joanna your cunt,” he ordered.

If there could be anything more humiliating, she didn't know what it would be. She parted her lips for Joanna to see deep into her and shut her eyes as her lips squished apart.

“Open your eyes and watch what she does,” he commanded. “You may learn something.”

A wet tongue came out and slithered from her vagina to the top of her slit. John wasn't into “cuntsucking” as he called it and Rebecca shivered at the new sensation. The tongue poked into and swirled around her pee hole. She took the engorged lips into her mouth and sucked on each in turn. Then it was back to her pee hole before tonguing all around the mouth of her vagina. Rebecca luxuriated in the silky softness of her experienced tongue.

Kyle undressed and moved in from behind. His cock slid into Joanna's wet cunt and she contracted the muscles around him. She spread her knees further apart to accommodate him better. He reached around her and palmed Joanna's left tit. His right hand found and squeezed Rebecca's left one. He penetrated fully, then withdrew until he was completely outside of her before lunging forward again.

Joanna had moved up to Rebecca's clit and was flicking it lightly with her tongue. She slid two fingers up her cunt hole and worked them in and out in time with her tongue and Kyle's strokes. They didn't seem tight enough, so she added a third finger to the other two. Kyle pinched both nipples in his hands.

Rebecca fought to keep her eyes open. She hadn't missed Kyle's penetration or the look of contentment on Joanna's face when it happened. She vowed she wouldn't cum on a woman's mouth, that she would fake it. But deep inside she knew that they would know and she didn't think she could keep from cumming anyway. Her buttocks spasmed as the invading tongue did its work. Joanna's talented tongue moved at the pace set by Kyle. Rebecca's legs contracted involuntarily, driving her buttocks off the couch and her cunt into Joanna's mouth.

“I...can't...believe...how good...this feels,” was all she could say. She had already cum once—how could she need it again. Then she realized that she didn't have permission to cum and tried to back off. The more she tried, the closer the tongue brought her to the forbidden orgasm.

“May I cum, Sir?” she blurted out.

“In a minute,” was the reply.

She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands as she felt her toes curl. Kyle's fingers at her nipple tightened and Joanna took the other one in her free hand and pinched. The fingers slid in and out faster as Kyle picked up the pace. Just when she thought she would die or go mad, he shouted “Cum, my sluts,” and all three of them convulsed in unison. Joanna moaned over and over. Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut and shouted “Oh Goooood, iiiiiieeeeeeeeeee.” The volume and intensity changed up and down as her orgasm hit, then hit again. Her ass was held high off the couch, the sinews in her legs stretched taunt forcing her cunt onto Joanna's mouth. Joanna plunged her fingers deep inside as her tongue lashed the engorged clit. Kyle's hand left Rebecca's tit and stroked her face as she came and came and came.

“Thank you, Sir,” it was Joanna's voice after everyone had collapsed. “Do you want me to do her again?”

“No, you did just fine.”

She turned and made to suck him into her mouth, but he brushed her away. “It is for her to do.”

In a daze, Rebecca looked at the dripping cock presented to her. Taste another woman's cunt juice? She started to shake her head no when Kyle grabbed her by the hair and drove his cock into her mouth. She sat stunned. As her tongue started to clean off his cock with a mixture of Joanna's secretions and Kyle's cum, she was confounded at the changes in her life three short days had brought. This is how slut's act, she told herself, and she was sure she wasn't a slut.

Kyle had dismissed Joanna with a wave of his hand. He was back in his chair and she still sat reclining on the pillow with her right knee in the air.

“You have learned more about your sexuality in the past three days than in the last 30 years.”

She sat mute. Her body was so relaxed she didn't know if she could move. But the tingling in her pussy was still there as though she hadn't cum for a month. Damn.

“You will need to see our friend Niko about your tit jewelry.”

She had hoped that he had just wanted to embarrass her at the restaurant. But he didn't say things lightly she was beginning to understand.

“The restaurant will still be open and he works tonight. You will want to know if he prefers your nipples as they are, with nipple studs, or with rings in them.”

She began to say something, then just shook her head in defeated acquiescence.

“He will be doing you a favor by giving his opinion.”

“But he is so young—probably just out of college, Sir.”

“He didn't go to college. He is 20 and learning the restaurant business from his father. What's your point?”

“I...he...yes, Sir.”

“You'd better attend to it now.”

“But my clothes...”

“...will be just adequate for the task at hand.”

“Yes, Sir.” She got up stiffly and went to the door. She would never get use to being naked outside, she thought, as she peered through the doorway before stepping out. She dressed quickly, retrieved the cup, and drove to The Athenian.

Rebecca looked for Niko when she entered but he was not in sight. The Maitre d' looked slightly put out by her appearance. He asked if he could help and she wanted to say help was what she really needed. But she asked for Niko.

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

No, she just needed to speak with him for a minute.

He left and returned with Niko in tow. “How may I be of assistance?” he asked politely with no indication that Friday night had happened.

“Can we speak privately?” she asked looking at the Maitre d'.

Niko led the way to the narrow corridor the housed the restrooms she remembered so well and turned expectantly. “Madam?”

She didn't know how to begin. “We...I was here for dinner Friday night with Mr. Laughlin.

“Yes, I remember.” Still no hint of anything out of the ordinary. “Was everything to your satisfaction?”

“The food was very good. Mr. Laughlin asked your opinion and I have come for the answer.”

“Opinion?”

“Yes, decoration for me, my...you know.”

“And what were the options?”

“Accept them as they are, studs, or rings.”

“And those are for your...?”

This wasn't going anywhere. She pulled down the front of the sweater, unhooked the front of her bra and opened it wide for the youth to see.

“Madam, not here please,” he was embarrassed. “This is a proper establishment.”

She closed the bra and pulled up the sweater.

“Well?”

“I'm sorry. On a matter of this delicacy and importance, I would have to consider carefully.”

“You have already seen me, twice now.”

“Yes, Madam. But I cannot make a determination without studying the situation very carefully. It is a decision which would have a significant impact your exceptional beauty.”

“When would you be able to make that determination?”

“Tomorrow morning at 10:00 would be convenient,” he said holding out a card.

She took the card and nodded resigned to her fate. “Tomorrow morning at 10:00,” she repeated, the words sounding like a death knell.

As she walked past the Maitre d' and out into the night, she wondered if she would awaken soon and find that this had all been a nightmare.

 

 

Thanks to all you who took the time to e-mail me with words of encouragement or ideas for future episodes. Comments and suggestions are always welcome. I may be reached at simplysizzlingwriter@yahoo.com (I know, I know, but finding a name there seems an impossibility nowadays <S>).

Training Rebecca Part IV (Sunday)

Rebecca Dunbar stretched and swung her legs out of bed. The activity jarred the butt plug that was a constant reminder of her new owner, for that was indeed what he was becoming; she had to admit to herself. She dressed and exercised, after pulling the penis gag out of the closet. It went in easier this time and she didn't gag. After exercising she ate some breakfast, showered and dressed, her shortest skirt, of course, front close bra and a blouse, with heels and stockings. She left at 9:40 and drove to the address on the card Niko had given her.

It was an apartment building and she took the elevator to the third floor. Promptly at 10:00, she rang the doorbell. The youthful Niko, wearing shorts and a tee shirt, answered the door and ushered her in. She had been thinking a lot about this since last night. She was sure she could convince him not to opt for the studs or rings in her nipples. There was no way she could explain them to John. She had to do whatever it took.

She went in and stood looking at him. “I expect you want to consider your options now,” she said getting to the point and unbuttoning her blouse. She undid the front closure and opened her bra, holding it to the sides so he would have an unobstructed view.

He observed her breasts from different angles, saying nothing. “You can see that they are firm with hard nipples,” she pointed out. “Touch them and you will see that their beauty will not be enhanced by jewelry.”

He ran his fingers over her nipples and she shivered. “Don't you agree?” she arched her back pushing her breasts into his hands. Still no response. She placed her hands on his and squeezed her breasts in his hands. A slight blush was evident on her chest and her nipples hardened into little points. “Niko, no jewelry would be your choice, wouldn't it?”

“One inch rings might be my choice,” he responded. “They will set off the nipples very well.”

“No, please, Niko. I can make it worth your while if you help me here,” she wasn't so sure of herself now.

“It has to be part of the whole package. Take off your skirt as well as your blouse and bra so I can judge properly.”

“Now just wait a minute. That wasn't part of the deal. You are young enough to be my son,” she said hotly, knowing she had lost her edge.

“Fine. Just leave. I can see you're not interested in my opinion at all,” he turned away.

She knew she couldn't do that. Kyle had said she was to have Niko's opinion and there was no turning back. She removed blouse and bra, setting them aside. Then she unbuttoned her skirt and lowered it. He looked and sucked in his breath when her bare pussy was unveiled and his eyes were drawn to the garter belt and stockings that framed it. No women he knew dressed like that. “What more can I do for you?” her tone was different now. She sank to her knees.

He pushed her back onto the floor. “It is too late now,” he said looking at the base of the butt plug that had come into view as she sprawled out.

“I...I can't leave. Not until I have your opinion,” She said looking up at him. “I...I'll do whatever I have to do for you.”

“Anything?” he quarried.

“Yes.”

“Turn and let me see your ass.” When she complied, he pulled the plug out part way before pushing it back in. “Do you like it?”

“It feels soooo good,” she said pushing back against him and hoping she was satisfying him.

“Maybe I should take you here,” it was not a question.

“I'm, sorry, Sir. I am not allowed to take it out without my Master's permission. He has required me to keep it in for him.” She didn't want to admit to Kyle being her master, but that is what made sense since she had to make some explanation to this boy. “You can push it in and out if you like though.”

He pulled it partway out and examined it. “It seems to have metal inside it,” he said pushing it in and out.

“I can only have it out for 30 minutes first thing in the morning. It beeps whenever it is inserted or removed.”

“Then there must be a sensor of some sort in it,” he said still working it in and out and squeezing it.

“That is what I figured, but I don't know what it senses.”

“I don't know, but if I can't come in your ass, you'll have to make it up to me then some other way.”

“I will, I will. What would you like?”

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back.” When she complied, he went to the cupboard and came back with some thin rope and bound her hands together. “Kneel.” She did so with difficulty. He returned to the kitchen and returned with a handful of clothespins. “These will provide you with more incentive to work hard.” He put one on each nipple as she sucked in her breath. The other two were placed either side of the original ones. She fought back a cry and gritted her teeth.

He lowered his shorts and his cock sprang free from its confines and stuck straight out. He turned around. “Tongue me. Tongue me good,” was the command. She looked at the ass cheeks before her and thought that nothing in her life before now had prepared her for this moment. She leaned her head forward smelling his odor and stuck out her tongue. He pushed back a little and she was able to reach his anus. The taste hit her hard and she fought back the desire to choke. The pain in her nipples made her work quickly, up, down, side to side, then she shut her eyes and pushed it in. His moan told her that was what he liked so she concentrated on pushing it up from the bottom and into the hole, then out and up the other side. He thought he had died and gone to heaven.

When he had had his fill of this fun, he turned around. His cock was at eye level. The pain in her clothespin-clad nipples had receded to a dull ache and he reached down and pinched each of the clothespins in turn until her moans told him they were sore enough. He straightened and she took his cock into her mouth, forming her lips into a tight O.

“Suck me,” he said as he wove the fingers of both hands into her hair and pulled her onto his cock. It lodged just inside the back of her mouth. She fought the gag reflex, almost thankful for the training of the penis gag. Then he pulled her mouth back off his cock before ramming it back in until her lips were firmly mashed into his pubic hair. He wasn't use to this much stimulation and was losing his ability to think. If she only had the use of her hands, she thought, she could balance better and cushion his thrusts. But he was only interested in the feelings that were bringing him higher and higher.

“You're going to swallow all my cum.” He thrust fully into her each time and tightened his grip on her hair until it became painful. Occasionally, the clothespins would bang against his legs causing the dull pain to flare up. She used her tongue as much as she could as his cock pulled out. A small spurt told her it was time and she started swallowing. Larger ones followed as he grunted and groaned through the best orgasm of his life. She continued to swallow through it, sucking hard as he pulled his cock out and breathing when she could.

“Thank you, sir,” she said when he pulled his cock from her mouth and she sat back.

He took off the clothespins and she felt the sting when each was removed. He rolled each nipple between thumb and finger as the blood rushed in. “They are very nice. You have been very good after some initial petulance so I'll opt for studs in your nipples. But for giving me a hard time, I would like to see 4 rings of some sort in your cunt lips as well. I will leave the choice up to your master.”

When she started to object, he held up his hand. “Any criticism of my decision and I'll go for the big rings in your nipples and big rings with weights for your cunt. Then I'll have your clit pierced and....”

“I was going to say thank you Sir, for being so considerate,” was all she could say. “Are you finished with me now?” she was half hoping he would ease the tingling sensation she was feeling between her legs.

He untied her and she dressed. “A keepsake,” he said handing her the clothespins. She put three of them in each skirt pocket without comment and left, wishing things had turned out differently.

She took a shower, leaving in the plug and lay on her bed nude. Images of the sex she had provided at Niko's kept flashing through her mind. She knew Kyle was winning when she admitted to the sexual craving he had brought out in her, but she was beyond caring. She removed her robe and massaged her tender breasts. Even gentle touches made her sore nipples harden. She slid her right hand down and began playing with her clit. It was already engorged and she found she had plenty of juice to make it slick. She replayed the scene as Niko bound her hands and forced his cock into her mouth. Then with her hands still bound he pushed her onto his bed and slid his cock up her horny cunt. She was pinching one nipple, then the other, moving toward climax when there was a knocking at the door and Maria said there was an important phone call from Mr. Laughton.

Damn him again, she thought. She rolled off the bed, grabbed her robe and took the phone from Maria and shut the door behind her.

She took a deep breath, “Hello?”

“Good afternoon. What are you up to?” said his deep voice.

“Oh, nothing. I just finished a shower after returning from Niko's.”

“You haven't broken any rules today?”

“No, Sir,” could he have known she was bringing herself off?

“What did Niko say?”

“He wants me to have studs in my nipples, Sir.” Maybe he didn't know about the other.

“Is that all?”

Shit. “And 4 rings in my...my...my pussy lips,” he probably knew. “He said you were to decide about them.”

“Very well, I'll arrange it.”

“I don't suppose it would do any good to try and appeal to your merciful side, especially about the rings, Sir?”

“No, it will be as he has ordained. You are sure they were only studs in your nipples?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well. Wear your sexiest skirt and blouse, a sexy front close bra, a black garter belt, and black fishnet hose tonight. Meet me at my house tonight at 7:30.”

“As you wish, Sir.” The line went dead.

She put the phone down and sat on the bed with tears in her eyes. She had been so close; even now it wouldn't take much to bring her off. Was his call just chance or was the butt plug responsible for alerting him to what she was doing? She thought about her ass squeezing as she masturbated and wondered if that could be it. She reddened at the thought that he might know she was trying to bring herself off. Even in the privacy of her own bedroom, she could sense his presence. The thought terrified her. She had to pull herself together, she decided, and she threw on some old clothes and went downstairs and called John. They talked about the kids and his work for several minutes and hung up. She felt the weight of their indiscretion on her shoulders. He knew nothing about it and she couldn't tell him.

After supper, she redressed in the same clothes she had worn to Niko's and pulled into Kyle's' drive at five to seven. She undressed as required and after a few minutes of standing bare-assed again in the open, was ushered in by Joanna. Kyle was sitting with a drink in his hand. She knelt as gracefully as she could and took up Position #1.

“Come here,” he said, “Position #3.”

She complied and placed her hands on the curve of her buttocks, elbows almost touching, thrusting her breasts forward. He pulled her forward between his legs and opened the lips of her pussy to examine them. “Niko has very good taste. His decision is a good one. I'll see that everything matches.”

“I may be able to explain away the nipple studs to John, but not the rings, Sir.”

“You will have a week to think of something.”

Then he slid two fingers into her. They went in easily and she closed her eyes and moaned. “Are we going to pretend we aren't horny today?”

“No, Sir,” she looked down at him sitting in front of her. Her nipples were hard, but they always seemed to be now. She had lost control over her own body. It had acquired a mind of its own.

He reached up with one thumb and lifted the hood partially covering her clit. The other fingers slid out of her cunt and he closed thumb and forefinger on the sides of her clit. He rubbed them back and forth, up and down, back and forth. This was the hardest thing about being with Kyle, wanting to cum so badly, and having to ask permission to do so. And even when she broke down and asked, even begged him, he might not let her. She bit her lip and tried to keep from moaning.

“Yes, I know it's hard to give up control,” he said softly.

She didn't answer but just closed her eyes. She knew she would lose this battle anyway, just like she had lost every other one with him. But she just had to resist as long as she could. It was a matter of preserving some shred of dignity.

His fingers rolled her clit slowly and rhythmically, not pushing her to orgasm, just teasing. They pulled her up slowly, ever so slowly. It felt different standing since she couldn't get totally relaxed as she could when lying in bed. He pinched his thumb and finger tighter together. A moan escaped from her throat. Her closed eyes shut out all other senses and there was nothing but her clit moving to the tune of his fingers. She could feel the muscles of her thighs contract and she tried to relax them. They wouldn't obey and contracted again. Her arms ached from their position behind her back. She would have to ask him soon.

He watched as the red blush of her arousal spread down her chest to the tops of her breasts. It was truly a beautiful sight. He listened to her breathing, coming faster now, punctuated by the squishing sound from down below. He felt the tension in her legs as they spasmed involuntarily, and she leaned more heavily against him. He smiled as he wondered how long she would wait to ask.

“May I cum, Sir?” she finally blurted out.

“What made you wait so long?”

“Is just that...well...I keep hoping that I'll be able to resist what you're doing, that I'll be able to control myself. I don't want to have to cum like this, Sir,” she said twitching against his fingers, her hips moving in time as he rolled her clit.

“Then you won't have to cum,” he said stopping what he was doing and just holding her clit. She continued moving her hips up and down, stretching her clit in both directions. She was sooooo close. Yes, it would be worth the punishment, what ever it was, to cum without permission. She could feel everything contract and pulled harder and faster against his fingers. She sucked in her breath and, and, and he released his grip on her. She felt her body start the initial contraction, then nothing. She was shaking.

“Please, Sir, don't leave me like this. I'll beg if that's what you want me to do.”

“It is what you asked for, and I have granted your request. You will not cum now.”

She was so angry she wanted to cry. But she pulled herself together and nodded. “As you wish, Sir.”

“No, it was as you wished. Here is a wig for tonight,” he said reaching for a box and handing it to her. “Joanna will take you to get ready.”

Joanna appeared and led her upstairs. Though Rebecca asked, Joanna refused to divulge any information about the evening. She just told her to put on loud lipstick, pull up her hair, and put on the long blond wig. Then she rubbed blond dye into her eyebrows and produced big hoop earrings to complete the ensemble.

Kyle was waiting when they came downstairs and he led Rebecca out onto the front veranda where she put on her skirt, bra, and blouse. They drove for more than a half hour before pulling around the back of a strip joint she had heard about. She turned with terror in her eyes and he handed her a mask.

“Tonight you will be part of the entertainment. This is amateur night. The girl who wins will earn $100. If you win, I'll allow you to keep your mask on. If you do not win, you will be unmasked in front of the audience. You have an advantage over the other girls, however, because you have a brain.”

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was supposed to dance in a strip club? She looked down at the mask in her hands. That and the wig might cover her identity, but only if she kept them on. She looked at the area behind the club and thought about making a run for it. Then she could feel the burden of their mess with the IRS, and knew that flight was useless.

He was speaking again. “When you dance, you can take off everything except your panties. Those must stay on,” he said handing her a pair of black bikini panties. She raised her skirt and pulled them on. Then she donned the mask.

They walked in through a back door and he signed her up for the amateur competition as ‘Trixy'. There were about 10 girls signed up ahead of her, so she was told she would go last. She was led to a back room to check make-up and get ready. The other girls were already there. Most of them were in their early to mid twenties and sported exaggerated busts and abbreviated attire. There were a few comments about her mask, and they wondered who she could be. Rebecca sat at a mirror and felt very out of place.

The show started at 9. A man called the first girl out and Rebecca went to the side to watch her come out on a narrow stage that ran across the front of the club. A pounding rock song started and the strawberry blond launched into her routine. She had obviously done this before and moved sensuously before and appreciative audience. As Rebecca scanned the audience, she stopped, looked again, and her heart sank. There in the front row was Jim Thomas, her head of marketing, sitting with her vice president, her CFO, and her VP for Sales. And sitting with them was Kyle. As if things couldn't be worse, at the table next was the guy from the mailroom who ogled her every chance he got, and two other employees she couldn't place. Her life as she knew it was over.

She looked at the girl who was gyrating to the music swinging her top. She was only just confined by her half bra and was bending over to present her cleavage to its best effect while shaking her ample bosom. She reached back and unhooked her bra. Holding her bra up in front of her she made a show of uncovering her breasts, which were covered with tassels. She started spinning the tassels left, and then right, then in a show of muscle control, spun them in different directions.

Rebecca went in search of the bathroom. She found it and threw up in the nearest toilet, which was also the only one there. Then she locked the door and sat down on the toilet, put her head in her hands, and sobbed uncontrollably for the next five minutes. One of the girls knocked on the door and she called out that she would just be a minute more. She had to pull herself together. What could she do? She had brains as well as a decent body. She knew she couldn't dance like the other girls but then this wasn't really about dancing, but about turning men on. She washed her face and walked out. The girl who had knocked on the door was waiting there.

“Is this your first competition?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“I only do it for my boyfriend. My name is Donna, sexy huh? Is that why you're here?”

“Mine is Trixy. My boyfriend insists,” said Rebecca and went to the dressing room and put her lipstick on again. Then she watched another dancer to check on the competition, and went into the kitchen area in search of props.

It would all work out, she kept telling herself. It had to.

An hour later, her name was called and she stood and walked to the side of the narrow stage. The girl ahead of her was in the last minutes of her routine. Rebecca put it out of her mind and concentrated on what she had to do. The girl left to the applause of the men and she was on. She picked up the beat of the music and moved out onto the stage. She stood for a few moments swaying to the music and a hush came over the audience. Then she ran her hands over her hips and up over breasts that seemed to stick out wonderfully. The sweater was slowly pulled up and off. The bra was opened and the men could see that her breasts had been stretched by a dozen rubber bands that had been placed around the base of each. She shook them but as tight as they were, they didn't bounce. The men went wild. This was raw.

She reached into the back of her skirt and pulled out a spatula. She swayed over to the front row on the right and bowed so her tits were just over their heads. SMACK, the spatula hit her right tit at the nipple. It jiggled slightly, turning slightly red, then SMACK, she hit the left one. She straightened and hit the outside of each breast in turn. Damn this hurt, she thought. Only once more. SMACK, SMACK, she hit the inside of each breast.

The men were cheering and hollering. This was something totally different. Here was a woman who knew what they wanted. She smiled at them and produced two clothespins from her skirt pocket left from earlier in the day. She leaned over and gave one each to two of the men in a front table. Then she pinched both nipples as the song changed. Still moving her hips, she motioned for them to put the jewelry on her. The first one stood and put his clothespin on the left nipple. It only caught a little skin and hurt like hell. The second remained seated and grabbed her right nipple and drew it down to put on the other clothespin. They received a round of applause.

She straightened and hit the clothespins in turn, bouncing them up and down. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out the other four clothespins. They were added to the ones already on her and she placed the first one on a little more skin. Then she moved her tits left and right. She thought this might have been enough to win the competition, but she had to be sure.

She unbuttoned the skirt and lowered it and stepped away from it. They liked the black stockings and the garter belt. She lowered her hand into her panties and they could see her rubbing herself to the beat of the music. She brought them back out and put them into her mouth. The crowd went wild. She was in a world of her own, brought out by necessity, but also by the cheers and comments.

She moved the crotch of the black panties to the side and brought out a candle—inch by inch. Then pushed it back in. She removed an outside clothespin from her nipple and placed it on her left cuntlip. Then a second followed it. The clothespins were clearly visible sticking out of the crotch of her panties. A third was taken from her nipple and placed on the right side, followed by the fourth. The adrenaline was flowing now and she barely felt the pain. She did a few dips to accentuate the clothespins sticking out of her panty crotch and walked back and forth across the stage, occasionally hitting the two left on her nipples.

She turned and bent over. Silence. She reached back and slowly pulled her butt plug out of her ass at the side of her panties. The pink plug contrasted with the black of her panties and her skin. She then rammed it back in before pulling it out again. She turned around and put her right hand into her panties and rubbed her clit while pushing the plug in and out from behind. Pandemonium had broken out. One minute passed, then another. She worked herself with her eyes closed. She was nearly there. She opened her eyes and looked at Kyle, begging for permission. He shook his head no and for a moment she thought about ignoring him and cumming, there in the strip club, in front of nearly a hundred hollering, cheering, clapping men. Then, with their eyes locked on one another, his head nodded yes. She pushed hard on her clit and rammed the butt plug in and out, her mouth opening and eyes closing. When it came, she thought it was going to kill her. She shook and shook and wanted to collapse right there on the stage still stroking herself. The orgasm seemed to go on and on forever as men she never wanted to meet in her life stood and cheered her on. She had to be helped off the stage and to her chair in the dressing room. Her clothes were handed to her and she pulled off the clothespins before putting them back on, except for the black panties. Donna bumped her as she walked by. “Thanks, Trixy, you slut. Just who are you anyway? They will be expecting dancing like that from us now.”

The men were calling for her as the girls made their way in a line across the stage. There was no surprise as the name ‘Trixy' was called out. She stepped forward and accepted the $100. They yelled for her to remove her mask but she smiled and shook her head no over the din.

The guy from the mailroom rose as the girls left the stage announcing that he was going to meet her. He had to find out who she was. Kyle grabbed his sleeve in a firm grip and said that wasn't possible. She was his property, he said raising his voice, and he would bring her out so they could meet her if they would consent to her keeping on the mask. This seemed better than losing her altogether so they all agreed. Kyle said in a low voice, “If you try and remove it, I will break your arm, then rip your balls off.” Mailbuddy seemed to get the message and sat down reluctantly. Kyle rose, ordered a drink from the bar, and stepped through the door marked ‘Employees Only'.

Rebecca was still shaking from the ordeal. When she saw Kyle enter the dressing room with the girls in various stages of undress, she held out the money she had won.

He shook his head. “It's yours. You've earned it. I told you that you had the brains to pull it off, but you didn't have confidence in yourself. I am very impressed with your inventiveness and determination. And it's nice to see that sex comes naturally to you if you would only let it.” He handed her the drink.

“Thanks, Sir,” she said and downed the whole thing.

“Your public is clamoring for your appearance out front. You will be able to keep your wig and mask on.”

“No, please, Sir. I am completely wiped out. I can't do any more.”

“This is a chance to meet your biggest fans. And I have promised them that they will get to meet you,” he said as if it were all settled. “I would suggest you keep your responses to nods yes—no will not be permitted. It will not be a good thing to try and speak with members of your management team there.”

“God, you are such a bastard,” was all she could say.

He ignored the slip in her form of address, helped her up, and they walked into the bar. He directed her to the section at the side of the bar, and motioned to the seven men from her company to join them. Kyle reiterated his demand about the mask and they agreed. He moved behind her and cupped her breasts through her clothes. Then he undid her blouse, button by button and pulled it aside.

“You undo the bra,” he told her head of marketing.

Jim Thomas stepped in and pulled the bra open so everyone could see her breasts. There were red marks where the pins had been and everyone wanted to touch them. “You want me to make them feel good, don't you?” he asked.

As she had been instructed, Rebecca nodded.

He massaged the breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Though he didn't pinch hard, the feeling was strong and she pushed back against Kyle.

“Would you like your cunt played with as well?” asked the obnoxious mail guy.

She swallowed hard but nodded to him too. He stepped to the side and reached under her skirt. “She doesn't have any panties on,” was his observation as he felt the bare cunt there. Another one reached under the back, “And she still has the butt plug in.”

“Spread your legs so we can get at you better.”

Rebecca complied and reddened visibly. How could she get through this trial?

Other hands rubbed over her breasts and stroked up her legs. Mailguy was stroking her clit, still sensitive from her orgasm on stage. The plug was pulled partway out, and Kyle had to back away a little to make room.

“The candle is gone,” another announced as that orifice was invaded.

The room swirled around her. Hands were everywhere all at once as seven men pulled her higher and higher toward orgasm.

“Sir, please?” she whispered turning her head.

“No, slut.”

She fought the feelings that raged through her. Why did he do this if he didn't want her to cum?

Almost as if to answer he whispered through her hair, “I want your mind.”

The pain in her left nipple almost came as a relief as they were mauled by another hand. It enabled her to focus on the pain and not her impending orgasm. She closed her eyes and tried to think about anything else, but it wouldn't come. Her cunt lips were pulled; lips that were sore from the clothespins. Fingers roughly sawed in and out of her cunt. Her skirt was up around her waist and the only limit to number of men playing with her body was the amount of space around her. They made it their goal to bring her off, even as she knew she couldn't cum. She just couldn't. There was no telling what Kyle would do if she broke this rule. She had never been so close, never wanted it as badly, as she did now.

“Please, Sir, I beg of you,” she turned her head again and whispered harshly.

“Why should I let you cum, slut.”

“To give you pleasure?” she said hopefully.

“I can watch you cum any time I like.”

She thought frantically, her mind dazed. “To make me your slut.”

“Cum my slut,” he said in a low voice pleased with her.

She reached back and grabbed him by the head, pulling his against her own and shrieked at the top of her lungs. The club went quiet as the blond shook and twisted and turned, cumming against the hands that had brought her so much perverted pleasure. When her legs gave out, Kyle held her up through orgasm after orgasm as hands stroked her everywhere and from every direction. She couldn't catch her breath, which came in huge gulps. She tried to push their hands away but had no strength. Her brain was overloading. She felt herself slipping into unconsciousness and sensed, rather than felt, hands lifting and carrying her.

She awoke in the Jag. She felt for the mask and pulled it off, relieved to find it still in place. Likewise the wig.

“Your secret life is still safe,” he comforted her. “No one knows what you are inside but me.”

She moved aching muscles and worked the stiffness out of them. “My God, what did I do in there?”

“Losing control can sometimes set you free to be the person you really are. How many times did you cum?”

“I don't know. I lost count,” she answered ruefully.

“Neither the men nor the women in there will soon forget your ‘dance' routine,” he smiled.

“The women were pissed,” she smiled as well. “They will have to be more inventive in the future.”

They pulled into his driveway and the garage door opener let them into the garage. He led her into the house. She asked to use the bathroom.

When she had showered and dressed, he sent her home. As she was driving she remembered that while she had cum over and over, he hadn't cum even once that night. She shook her head. He was like no man she had ever met before.

 

Thanks to all of you who took the time to e-mail me with words of encouragement or ideas for future episodes. Comments and suggestions on Rebecca's past or future training are always welcome. Right now I am trying to figure out what will happen when John comes home in Part 7. I may be reached at simplysizzlingwriter@yahoo.com (I know, I know, but finding a name there seems an impossibility nowadays <S>).

Training Rebecca Part V (Wednesday)

 

Monday morning was nothing but usual, that is, it was as usual as Rebecca's life had become. She had slept well, very well, the night before, and visions of the events of the evening flooded in. She pushed them aside and got on with the day. She did her morning exercises with the penis gag, and dressed as she had been taught. Maria was wearing a cover-up and told her she would be spending her day-off at the beach with friends after delivering the boys to school. Rebecca nodded, spent a few minutes with the boys, and then headed for the office. There, she sat as required, skirt up in back so she was sitting on her bare ass (she was wearing her skirts fuller these days since a tight skirt was difficult to hike up), with her legs parted, even under her desk. She expected a phone call from Kyle in the morning, but nothing happened. When she saw any of the men who had been at the strip club, she reddened and had to take a deep breath before speaking. But they acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary, so she began to relax. The afternoon, likewise there was no contact from HIM. Finally about the time she was getting ready to leave HE walked into her office.

“Hello, Sir,” she said looking up, trying to smile.

“Hello, Rebecca. How is the corporate world these days?”

“Fine, thank you, Sir.”

“You are sitting as I have instructed?”

“Yes, Sir. Do you want to check?”

“Of course,” he stepped over and pulled up the back of her skirt as she sat until he could see her naked ass through the open back of the chair. “You have recovered from last night?”

She blushed again thinking about all the men, most of whom she knew, who had their hands on every part of her body. “I slept well, Sir,” was as much as she could manage.

“I shouldn't wonder. I have a few instructions for you.”

“More rules to complicate my life?” she said trying to keep the venom from her voice, but forcing a smile.

“Wednesday morning you have your appointment to get your piercings,” he said ignoring her. “It is scheduled for 10:00 so you will have to make arrangements to come in late to work. Here is the address. They will be expecting you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said wondering to herself what he would do if she skipped the appointment. She shuttered and decided that she really didn't want to know.

“The other matter concerns your pc muscles.”

“My what?” she inquired.

“The muscles that control your vagina. They are a bit weak, as both Joanna and I noticed. I will expect nice strong muscles to milk my cock if I should decide I want to fuck your cunt. You will strengthen them for me over the next few weeks.” He went into the kitchenette and returned. “Remove your skirt and spread your cunt lips.” His examinations of her nether regions always left her blushing and confused. He held up a glass “Now you will pee into this glass,” he said as though instructing someone on a point of golf.

“Oh my God, your aren't...” she said in a loud voice. Then looking toward the door she hissed, “you can't really mean it.”

He said nothing, just looked at her waiting patiently for the realization to sink in. It was his eyes that were different than any other man's. They seemed to look right inside her, and seemed to know just what she was thinking. They caught hers and told her that her objections would come to naught.

“I will try, Sir,” she said blushing as she pushed her bald labia against the glass. Nothing happened. The minutes ticked by.

“Rebecca,” he said sternly.

“I am trying, Sir, really I am. But this is soooo embarrassing. I have never done this in front of anyone.” She paused. “I know I can do this for you.” She was pushing, but nothing was happening. She knew he would be angry with her if she failed him. It was just so...so, she didn't know what. He had taken something very personal and private and was taking control of even that.

She looked down at his expectant face. “I won't disappoint you, Sir,” she said with resolve. And soon, as good as her word, the sound of piss hitting the glass could be heard.

“Stop,” he said firmly and louder than usual. She sucked in the muscles responsible for pee control and in a couple of seconds only a few droplets of water trickled down to fall into the glass.

“You took too long to stop. It is a sign of weakness in your muscles. Start up again.” She relaxed and felt the pee streaming out.

“Stop,” he said as soon as he heard the spisssss of her flow. This time she was ready and pulled in the muscles hard.

“That was a bit better. Go.” And on she went starting and stopping until she was drained.

“From now on, whenever you pee, you will start and stop five times. That will exercise the muscles we have been speaking about, and you will begin to isolate them. I will have more serious exercises for you to start in a few days. Do you have any questions?”

“I don't think so, Sir.”

“And Rebecca...”

“Yes, Sir?”

“I know these exercises will make your little cunt horny. But you don't have permission to cum.”

“It will not be a problem, Sir,” she answered a little too hastily.

“See that is isn't.”

After he left, she made the arrangements with her secretary to move a couple of appointments on Wednesday morning.

 

Tuesday morning, she awoke and started and stopped five times as her new instructions dictated. Then she went down to exercise and found another box like the one the previous week. Inside was a slightly longer and wider pecker gag. She took it out and it took 10 minutes before she could get it in without gagging on it. Then she cautiously did her exercises with it strapped to her head, the end jutting into her throat slightly and causing her to breath more heavily than usual. Her throat was dry and scratchy when she finished and was able to take the offending article out. The water from her water bottle felt good and she sighed thinking how complicated her once simple life had become.

The day went smoothly. By the end of it, she was feeling the kegels she did every time she took a piss. She went upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed. He had extended his control into almost every aspect of her life, and she resented it with every fiber in her being. She could have just given her body to him without much in the way of regret. But the constant tingling in her clit reminded her that he had wormed his way into her mind and she shuttered as she realized she was losing control of herself. She wondered if it was possible to have the kind of orgasms he gave her, no, forced upon her, in any other way. Was it that she was encountering new sexual experiences like a teenage girl, or was it something else, something totally different, something he understood about her that she didn't understand about herself? She constantly marveled at his command of himself and everyone around him, even as she wished his command over her wasn't so powerful and complete. She knew he wasn't the sort of man who would look kindly at a woman whining about him wanting sex too often, or complaining about the way he dressed, or the hours he kept.

She did know that she felt stimulated and her mind was drawn to him every time she did something he had commanded her to do. And the fact that he had expressly forbidden her masturbation privileges, something she never thought about normally, made her think of it all the more. She undressed, and naked lay on the bed. She ran her hands over her breasts and found the nipples ultra sensitive. She debated whether or not she should chance it, and turned red at the thought that he might know and call her again, interrupting a perfectly good finger fuck. She moaned as she rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She was so close to an orgasm and hadn't even touched her clit. Reluctantly, she dragged her hands away, turned out the light, rolled over, and tried to sleep.

 

Wednesday promised to be another beautiful day. As the sun shone through the bedroom windows, Rebecca roused from a restless night and remembered that she was to be pierced that morning. She peed five times, counting starts and stops, put her hair in a ponytail, donned sweats and went downstairs to call John. After the third attempt, she gave up and did her exercises after finally getting the new penis gag in place. There was no rush this morning since she was going to have her piercings done at 10:00 and wasn't due into the office ‘til after lunch. She spent time with the boys, gave them both hugs, and Maria loaded them in the car for school. Then she relaxed on the couch with a second cup of coffee and read the paper.

It was some time later that a deep male voice startled her from her concentration. “Good morning, Rebecca.”

The paper slipped from her grasp. Right behind him was Maria who said, “I'm sorry, he just burst past me when I opened the door. Do you want me to call the police?”

“It is fine, Maria,” she said as he sat in a chair opposite her.

“Sit down, Maria,” he indicated another couch on a third wall. She looked at her employer who nodded her ascent.

Maria crossed in front of him and sat down. He studied her. She was in her mid-twenties with dark features and a nice figure accentuated by the dress she wore. Her lips were full and sensual, the heritage of Spanish Peninsulares many centuries ago. They had also given her finely chiseled features, and a desire to display a nicely tanned cleavage.

“Rebecca, assume position #1,” he said without taking his gaze off the maid.

She glared at him shaking her head. “You have gone too far. This is my home. You will have to leave now,” she said enunciating each word with fire in her eyes. She made to rise, but his eyes held hers and she sank back into the couch.

“Maria, leave us,” he ordered.

“Do you want me to call the police?” she asked her employer.

“Yes,” he smiled, “that would be just the thing to do.”

Rebecca shook her head; “No, not the police. Just do as he says,” she was shaking as Maria left the room.

Kyle pulled out a DVD and popped it into the player. The screen came alive with a court scene. A couple was being sentenced for IRS fraud by a panel of three judges. The next scene showed Rebecca sitting in his office. She watched as she asked him to accept a $6 million bribe to forget their IRS indiscretion. Then it jumped to the restaurant and showed her rushing to the table with her red bra in hand for him, and pulling up her skirt with a brief flash of bare torso when sitting down. Then she was in the Board Room receiving a spanking.... Her mind went numb.

“You can imagine where this could be sent. Do you want to see the rest?” he asked, a deadly calm in his voice as the TV screen showed her with skirt held high, kneeling and taking him into her mouth in the board room.

Tears were in her eyes as she watched herself putting on the red wig in the bedroom while preparing for the strip club act and shook her head no. “I can't involve Maria, I just can't. It would be too embarrassing and she might say something to John. If he finds out, my marriage will be over. You have taken over every other part of my life. Please, I need to keep this part my own.”

“You might want to watch some of your act,” he said shutting off the DVD player, “it was really something. It all comes back to the choices you want to make and the consequences of those choices. You will either obey me or not. It is as simple as that.”

No, it is not simple at all, she thought. “I have obeyed demands that have embarrassed and humiliated me. I have tried so hard to please you. But it is never enough. You have taken my life away now as though it were nothing.” She felt the tears welling up in spite of her resolve not to cry.

“And given you something you didn't have before.”

“What is that?” she said a tear trickling down her cheek.

“Freedom. Freedom from the inhibitions that have held your sexuality captive. Freedom to let your true sexual nature come through. Freedom to experience a level of sexuality that most people only fantasize about. For me the cost has been many millions of dollars. Could you even go back to being the woman you were a week ago?”

She thought about it. This week had brought out feelings she had long since forgotten as well as a whole new level of sexuality she didn't know existed. She had no idea what this was going to do to her relationship with John but it would never be the same. “I would be your slave, if that's what you want, at your house. But you would have to leave me alone here and at work. It's the only way I can preserve the life I have.”

“Although you didn't know what you were getting yourself into, you said you would obey me. And you have, most of the time, at least. But I demand obedience whenever and wherever I desire. And that includes here when it suits my pleasure.”

She bowed her head, knowing that there could only be one outcome to the events playing themselves out.

“It won't do me any good to beg?” she said with resignation in her voice.

“No, I'm afraid not.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“You will have to accept your punishment, and Maria will witness your pain and humiliation.”

She didn't answer.

“Call Maria to come in here.” She rose and called Maria's name from the living room entrance. Maria entered, “Yes, ma'am?”

“Sit there,” Kyle directed her to the couch again.

“Finish your coffee,” he said to Rebecca. Then as she swallowed it and set the cup down, “Position #1, facing Maria.”

Rebecca sat for a minute numb. Then she rose, blushing, and removed her sweat top, bra, and sox. She took the sweat bottoms and panties off in one motion, hoping he wouldn't see them. These were folded and placed on a chair with the rest. Then the naked woman knelt and placed laced fingers behind her neck, her head down so she couldn't see Maria who stared wide-eyed at the high-powered businesswoman in front of her.

“Sir, please may I visit the bathroom before we start?”

He ignored her. “What orders did you disobey?” he asked from his seat at her side.

“I didn't obey you and get into the position you ordered.”

“And what was the punishment the first time you disobeyed me?” he asked.

“I...I...can we please not do this in front of Maria?”

“REBECCA.”

“I was spanked, Sir.”

“Yes. And the second time you were punished for failing to follow an order to my satisfaction?”

“You hit me with a whip, Sir.”

“WHERE?”

“On my breasts, Sir.”

“So I did. This is the third time. What will your punishment be this time, do you imagine?”

She hesitated, “I don't know. That is up to you, Sir.”

“Now you are an intelligent women. Take a guess, and if you are wrong, I'll add 5 strokes to your punishment.”

“Oh God. Please don't hit my...my...my pussy, Sir. Please don't.”

Maria had been fidgeting uncomfortably since her employer had stripped at Kyle's command. She started to get up. “Sit down,” Kyle thundered. “I will tell you when to stand and when to leave.” She looked at her employer for guidance, and then slumped down even more frightened than before.

“You are incisive,” his gaze had never left Rebecca. “You will have a choice like last time. You may hold yourself open for your punishment and receive ten strokes, or I will tie you up and you will receive twenty five.”

“I will take my punishment without being tied, Sir,” she responded, not sure there really was a choice. “Please don't hit me hard like last time. I don't know if I can take it there. I...I wanted to obey you. You don't understand how hard it is to obey you here in my home in front of my housekeeper.”

“I understand everything,” his eyes were hard and unflinching. “Do a backbend. Do you know what that is?”

“Yes, sir.” She pulled her feet out from under her and placed them flat on the floor. Then bending backward, she arched her back and put her hands on the floor over her head, her hair touching the floor. Maria looked quizzically at the protrusion from Rebecca's ass. Kyle rose and retrieved the bag he had dropped outside the living room. He pulled out a wooden ruler a bit thicker and broader than usual, and moved over to her side.

“Spread your feet wider, I want Maria to be able to see right into you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said blushing again as she pulled her legs wider apart and felt her lips open.

“Maria, you will notice how wet she is,” he said seeing her eyes fixated on the soaking cunt in front of her. “This happens every time I am around. I take it as a compliment,” he smiled.

“You will count each one, and thank me for it,” he said eying the taunt tendons on her thighs, and her breasts, which were stretched almost flat.

“Yes, Sir.”

“If you make a mistake, or move from your pose, we start over.”

“Yes, Sir.”

With only a moderate amount of force, the ruler descended on her unprotected cunt. It hit square in the middle, with the end landing in her open hole. As the juice spattered from the force, her muscles contracted and a high-pitched scream left her lips. In a few seconds, she relaxed.

“One,” she took a breath. “Thank you, Sir,” she said as he dragged the wood up across her cunt.

She closed her eyes anticipating the next blow. He aimed this one lower. The main part of the ruler hit her open hole and the end landed on her butt plug.

“Iiiiiieeeeeeeeee,” was the response.

“Two, thank you, Sir,” she said when she could speak. Maria had never witnessed anything like this and was covering her mouth with her hand. It was so up close and personal it was almost as though she could feel the ruler landing on her, and she shuddered with each blow.

He ran a corner of the ruler over a nipple and watched as it popped back up on the other side.

Just as he saw her relaxing, he aimed directly at her clit. Her shriek left no doubt that he had hit his target. Her legs shook for a half-minute before she said, “Three, thank you, Sir.” Her clit had come out of the hood as she stretched her body. Now it responded by growing still bigger with a red tinge, and she was sure it had become more sensitive than ever.

He avoided it on the next 3 strikes and her lips turned a deep pink from the unwanted attention. She was breathing heavily when he stopped to give her a break. Then he took 6 clothespins out of his bag. A nipple was pinched and twisted and a clothespin attached. She moaned as the other one was decorated to match. Then he pinched a cunt lip between thumb and forefinger and placed two on one side and two on the other. Her moans answered Maria's worst fears. A piece of duct tape was placed on each pair of clothespins and then stuck on her leg, opening her up even further. Even the lips offered no protection for the sensitive inner flesh now.

Kyle pushed his finger into her cunt and rubbed the juice around on her clit. Then a little more juice was added with a little more friction from his finger on her clit. The effects of the coffee had been building up in her and added to everything else that was happening she had to work to keep from leaking. She certainly didn't want that to happen as it would make him unhappy, as well as embarrass her further, if that was possible.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Rebecca?”

“I know we aren't done yet but I have to pee very badly.”

“Yes, I know.” His finger continued to massage her clit. “You are doing well. Only four more to go.”

When she started to move against his fingers, he stopped. He raised the ruler and brought it down on her clit. “Aaagggaaaaa,” was the response as tears streamed up her forehead to be lost in the locks of hair. “Seven, thank you, Sir.”

He massaged the injured party before using the ruler on it again. The pain followed by the pleasure was driving her wild. She could feel a little pee leaking out after the last hit and squeezed harder to keep it in check. The blood rushing to her head was making her light-headed. She had to concentrate to get through this like she had her earlier punishments. She couldn't weaken and have him start all over. “Eight, thank you, Sir.”

He bent over and pinched the clothespins together holding each of her nipples. “Uggoooooo,” was his only answer. Maria had been watching it all with fear, mixed with a little excitement, especially the clothespins on her nipples and his clit massage. She squeezed her thighs together, her fingernails digging into her palms and watched him rub the sensitive clit on the woman in front of her. He continued until the hips of the powerful businesswoman moved several times against his finger.

SMACK. “Aaiieeeee....Nine, thank you, Sir” Her thighs wouldn't stop quivering. She was breathing heavily. The tears wouldn't stop.

“Please hurry, Sir,” she pleaded feeling a drop of pee escape and clutching down on the muscle holding it in.

He manipulated her tender clit lightly until she was on the brink of orgasm. She fought to keep from cumming and fought to keep from peeing as he brought her up again and again. Her entire focus was on the task she had to complete and every second was another moment of a sort of delicious agony that kept her body in spasms. Then he brought the ruler down on her clit for the last time. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. Her body hadn't stopped shaking from the previous strike. Finally a shaky voice said, “Ten, thank you, Sir.”

He removed the clothespins. “You may assume Position #1 again.”

Rebecca turned over and collapsed on the floor for a minute. When she was able, she dragged herself back into her kneeling position, her legs muscles wobbling like jelly.

“Knees should be at least shoulder width apart.”

She knew that, but it was easier to keep from leaking with her legs together. “Yes, Sir.”

“Let's see how you've been doing on your rules. Tell Maria rule #1?”

“To be honest and complete in all responses to your questions, Sir.”

“Rule #2?”

“I am not to wear panties in your presence and to always pull my skirt up, sitting on my bare butt. And, I am to wear stockings and garter belt.”

He waited. “And?”

Oh, and I am to keep my legs open at all times.”

“And why is that?”

“It is...well...I am to always be open and available for you, Sir.”

Kyle turned to Maria and said, “Go up to Mrs. Dunbar's room and bring back a pair of pantyhose from her drawer.”

Maria looked at her employers downcast eyes, and said “Yes, Sir,” and rose and left the room.

“You're right, Sir,” she said hastily. “I haven't thrown them out yet. I haven't worn any pantyhose since you ordered me not to. I have only worn real stockings. I planned on throwing them out, but hadn't gotten around to it.”

“But you told me it had been done. What was rule #1?”

She said nothing. “What was rule #1?”

“I know, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Sir.” There was silence until Maria returned with a pair of pantyhose in her hand. Kyle held out his hand and accepted them from a bewildered housekeeper. As she sat back down, he took the pantyhose and tied Rebecca's hands behind her back.

“Have you any other transgressions to report from Rule #2?”

“I have momentarily forgotten proper sitting posture in my office, but I have caught myself. It is becoming almost normal to me know.”

“Any others?”

“I...well...I had panties on when you came in today. I was at home and I thought...”

“That has been a problem before.”

“Yes, Sir. But I didn't mean to disobey you. I didn't expect to ever see you in my house.”

“Any others?”

“No, Sir,” she said with finality.

“Rule #3?”

“I...my pussy is to be kept waxed at all times.” Maria's eyebrows went up.

“Yes. You have an appointment with Betty and Tina on Friday to touch things up a little. You will, of course, give them a tip this time.”

She shuddered knowing what kind of tip they would be expecting.

“Rule #4.”

“Please, Sir. Not in front of Maria.” Did he know she had tried to bring herself off?

“Rule #4.”

She closed her eyes as though not seeing it happen might make it somehow better. She took a deep breath praying that something, anything, would interrupt the humiliation she felt. “I am not to cum unless I have your permission.” Maria's jaw dropped and she sucked in her breath.

“And how have you done with Rule #4.”

“I have not broken it, Sir.”

He waited in silence, looking right through her. Maria squirmed on her seat. Rebecca could feel her resolve giving way from his stony silence and the pressure on her bladder.

He knew. He had to know somehow. “I tried to do it to myself...”

“To do what?”

“To, you know, to bring myself off...”

“Masturbate,” he corrected her.

“...to...to masturbate without permission.”

“How many times?”

“Twice, Sir.” Maria felt like she was about to explode watching and listening to the scene unfold before her. She gripped her thighs so they hurt.

“But you didn't cum?”

“No, Sir.” Although it wasn't from not trying, she thought.

“And why was that? You didn't want to cum?”

“I...I was interrupted, Sir.”

“So we have a number of infractions of my rules. And you are exercising your pc muscles now, which is Rule #5. I won't ask if you've always done them as you were supposed to do. Explain to Maria what rule #5 is.”

Rebecca focused at a spot on the carpet. “When I pee, I have to start and stop 5 times.”

“Why is that?” he prodded.

“To strengthen the muscles.”

“And that is for...?”

“So I can be better in bed.”

“Yes, you have let your cunt muscles get a bit slack. Probably from under-use,” he said crudely. Kyle pulled a glass out of his bag. He held it up and Maria could see the words “REBECCA'S PISS” printed on each side. Kyle placed the glass on the floor in front of the kneeling woman.

“Here is your toilet. Don't let any drip onto the carpet.”

“Sir, I can't do that with my hands tied.” She felt a drop leak out and moved her knees slightly so she was positioned over the glass. She tilted her pelvis as she felt the drop run down and fell...into the glass. She breathed a sigh of relief, but knew it was only a matter of time before she would explode. She tried to relax just a little bit then tighten. A few drops dripped into the glass as she tilted her pelvis again. She felt like she was floating in piss.

“Sir, would you please hold the glass for me?”

“No. But perhaps Maria could be persuaded?”

There was hope at last. She had no choice. “Maria,” she said looking at her for the first time, “would you please hold the glass up so I can pee.”

“Why are you letting him do these things to you?” Maria asked.

Kyle cocked an eyebrow and waited for her response.

“I don't have any other choice.”

“Uh, uh, uh... Just say the word and I'll leave and never request anything of you again,” he made to rise.

“No, no, please, Sir. It's just that I find obedience so difficult.”

“Yet you don't think it difficult for Maria to obey you day in and day out?”

“That's different. She's my employee.”

“And am I not your employer as well? What has it cost me to help you out of your little problem?” he asked rhetorically. “Didn't you ask me for help? Didn't you offer yourself to me?”

Rebecca hung her head, her shame overwhelming her. “Yes, Sir.”

“Have you ever had an orgasm like the ones you've had with me?”

Rebecca remained silent.

“You are so stupid as to forget Rule #1?”

“Yes, I know it, Sir. No, I have never cum like I have this week with you. There, is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Is it the truth?”

“I...Yes, it is the truth.” She hated that fact that he was so, so right about her. She turned to look at Maria again. “It is a long story. I got myself into some trouble. Right now, though, I need your help desperately. Please, please, please hold the glass against me.”

She hesitated, “I don't know. This is all very strange.”

“It's very strange for me too,” her employer admitted, “but I am in agony and need your assistance now. Look, you can have an extra day off each week, with pay.”

She knew Rebecca was in pain to have offered that. Shaking her head in disbelief, Maria picked up the glass. “What do I have to do?”

“Just hold it against me so I can pee in it.”

“Hold it there?” she asked incredulously.

“Yes. Push it tight against my...against me so none can escape. You can do it. Please, Maria, please!”

The housekeeper knelt reluctantly and brought the glass up against her employer's pussy lips. Rebecca flinched as the glass touched her sore lips. She relaxed the muscles that had held in the coffee for so long and her piss exploded into the glass.

“Stop,” Kyle commanded. “Don't forget your Kegel exercises.”

Biting her lip, Rebecca pulled the muscles back in to stop the pee. When it finally stopped, she waited expectantly.

“Go.” And she relaxed again, her odor filling Maria's nostrils.

“Stop,” he immediately commanded.

Rebecca followed his orders and waited. She had filled about an inch of the glass but her bladder was still plenty full.

“That is all for now.” Kyle had Maria place the glass on a table and sit down. “Maria has been gracious enough to sit here and witness your punishment. And she has had the distasteful task of holding your pee glass. She should be rewarded. You will beg to suck her cunt until she is satisfied. Then you will be allowed to finish in the glass.”

Rebecca hung her head in shame.

“NO WAY!! I AM NOT GAY!!” Maria was emphatic. “I DON'T DO WOMEN.”

“No, of course not. But the events of the morning have left you, shall we say anxious, and Rebecca can make you feel all better. You can even close your eyes and pretend it's a man. Has a man ever used your tongue on you there?”

“Well...I... it's none of your business,” she said blushing.

“Just as I thought,” he smiled. “It can be even better with a woman. Who would know better how to please a woman down there than a woman?” a phrase he had heard from a lesbian friend.

There was no answer.

“Rebecca has never tasted another woman's cunt. But she is willing to do so for me because it is my order, and she wants to please me.”

“I'm not going to undress in front of you!” Maria said firmly.

“You don't need to. Rebecca can do her work under your dress,” he replied. “But whether or not you do is of no concern to me. It might be of some concern to Rebecca, however.”

Taking her cue, Rebecca pleaded, “Please do as he says. You don't understand how he can be. He isn't like other men that you can twist around. I don't want to do this any more than you do, but I HAVE to do as he says. Please, Maria, I beg of you. I'll make it good for you. I'll see that you get a pay raise. I'll...I'll....” She ran out of things she could think of to promise the wavering maid.

She sat thinking for a long minute. “He will have to be out of the room.”

Kyle got up and walked out saying, “Let me know if she doesn't perform well. Her need to pee should make her more enthusiastic.”

Rebecca hobbled over to Maria on her knees. Her housekeeper lifted up her hem and spread her legs. The odor of Maria's arousal was immediately apparent. “I don't wear panties either, unless I have my period,” she grinned. Somehow Rebecca didn't see the humor in that.

Her boss lowered her head and pushed it under the short skirt, just wanting to get it over and done. There, she saw black pubic hair neatly trimmed with the bikini area bare. She leaned forward, unsteady with her hands tied, and buried her face in the black curls. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and tasted another woman for the first time.

“Lower,” Maria said. She raised her left leg, scooching forward and putting it up on the couch. Her dress rode up and she raised it to her waist so she could see her employer at work. She pulled Rebecca's mouth into her cunt where she wanted it. “Right there,” she cooed as her boss licked all the way up her slit. “Yes, that's good.”

Rebecca licked a couple of times but the pressure on her bladder was a reminder that she had to be more aggressive and she threw herself into her task. Letting her weight fall forward, she buried her mouth in Maria's wetness. She didn't bother with form but went right for her clit. Maria's response was a deep moan of pleasure. She would only admit to herself that the events of the morning had been very stimulating. To see her boss brought down to the level of a slut—the urge to rub her clit as she watched had been almost overwhelming. Now she would be able to cum without having to bring herself off.

As these thoughts flew through her mind, Maria felt her ass and thighs spasm. Her hands pushed harder on the head of her boss. She smiled to herself as she thought of her boss doing what she was doing. And that realization sent a jolt through her clit.

Rebecca, the high and mighty executive, was sure she could stoop no lower than to be “sucking cunt”, as her husband called it. And to be made to suck off her servant, to boot, was agony. But for all that, she was dripping wet. Kyle had seen to it that she was aroused to point of cumming. That had receded a little when he finally let her pee. Now it was back in spades. She knew that she had cum with Joanna, but that was a tongue making her clit happy, and she shivered as she remembered cumming on her talented tongue. There was no tongue licking its way up her cunt this time, but she was juicing just the same. She wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die.

As Maria felt her thighs tense again, a pair of hands slid under the top of her dress and onto her breasts. She was too far-gone to respond in any way other than to moan and thrust her chest forward. The hands squeezed the tit flesh like a potter softening his clay. Then the thumb and finger closed on her nipples. Squeezing her breasts roughly with the rest of his hands, her teased her nipples gently, his index fingers circling the areoles.

Maria began to move her cunt rhythmically in time with the tongue. Her legs, one on the couch and one on the floor, tensed to raise her ass off the couch. When that action moved her bosses mouth off the “sweet spot”, both hands gripped her firmly by the hair and jammed her mouth onto her cunt. Rebecca had no way to protest that action and kept licking and sucking the cunt that, for the moment, made up her whole world. Kyle took that opportunity to squeeze the nipples in his hands and the maid convulsed in the best orgasm of her life. Shouting at her boss not to stop, she lifted her ass in the air, with legs tensing and toes curling.

Rebecca was so close, so very close to cumming herself. One touch, that was all it would take, just one touch, and she would go over the top. But no such touch came, and she was left shaking as her maid's ass returned to the couch and the grip on her hair was relaxed with a loud “ohhhhhhaaaa”. She looked up and saw the smile on Kyle's face as he had watched the end of actions he had set in motion earlier.

“Please take me, Sir,” Rebecca said in a quiet voice, shaking with passion.

“You are not quite ready. You are learning about your need and what will fill it. But you still think you should be able to cum when YOU want. Before long, you will know what it's like to want to cum only when I want you to cum. Then you will experience orgasms like you have never known before.”

She hung her head in shame, as much because she had to ask as because he had rejected her. It was an emotion she wasn't use to feeling. But it was one she had experienced often since she had met him. She knew she didn't like it, but didn't know what alternative she had. All she knew was that she was dripping wet at all hours of the day or night. She only slept well after he had let her cum. These were feelings she'd like to have with her husband, but deep down, she knew it was not to be.

They waited until Maria finally came back to earth and opened her eyes. Maria looked at Kyle and pulled her skirt down with a smile. Rebecca had returned to her kneeling position and was waiting impatiently.

“Sir, please,” she begged, “may I finish in the glass?”

“That is something you will have to take up with Maria,” he responded.

“Maria, I am bursting. Please hold the glass up for me.”

Maria's world had been expanded during the past few hours. She picked up the glass from the table next to her and looked at it. The pungent odor assaulted her nose, even from a distance. She looked at Kyle.

“She didn't finish her Kegel exercises when you let her pee before. I wouldn't want her to get into trouble,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

“You are a very considerate maid. See how she does with you.”

The maid knelt in front of her employer with the glass extended in front of her. Then she sat down and put her legs inside those of Rebecca, scooting up to the quivering woman, who had to pull her feet apart.

“Open your legs further so I can get the glass in place.” Her boss complied. Maria's outstretched legs now touched her knees.

“You will start and stop at Maria's command,” Kyle informed the kneeling woman. “We will test your muscle control. She will pull the glass away two seconds after ordering you to stop. I don't want the carpet soiled with your piss. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” said the struggling beauty.

Maria placed the glass against the smooth skin of her employer and held it there. Rebecca winced at the pressure again on this sore spot. After a minute during which she thought she would lose it, Maria finally said, “Pee.”

Nothing happened. Rebecca was trying to relax only a little so she could stop when she needed to, and nothing was coming out.

“I think she is done,” Maria looked at Kyle.

“No, please. I'm just having a little trouble getting started again.”

“Well I'm not going to sit here forever with my hand on your coos,” the maid's first taste of power made her a little snippy.

“Please,” said her boss again and a yellow stream hit the walls of the glass.

“Stop,” ordered Maria forcefully. The kneeling woman struggled to clutch her pee muscles wishing she could close her legs. They ached from the kneeling position she had held for so long, from the unusual exercise they had been given over the last 24 hours, and especially from holding her pee in during the last hours.

“I think it was about two seconds,” Maria looked up.

“She will improve with practice,” was the response. “She has really let herself go in that part of her body. But who was around that expected her to have a well toned and trained cunt?”

Maria nodded as though she understood him. “Go.”

Rebecca was ready and relaxed as the word was leaving her mouth.

“Stop.”

It was expected now, and the executive was already contracting her pee muscles.

“Much better,” Maria offered.

Kyle walked over and knelt behind Rebecca placing one hand on her ass and the other on her clit, just above the glass. “Didn't she beg me to cum a few moments ago?” he asked Maria who nodded in return.

He rubbed circles around her clit not quite touching it. “Rrrrrrrrrr,” said the recipient. “Nooooooo, pleeeease.”

“Yes, my slut. I know how badly you need it.”

He rose, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He moved to the side of Rebecca and she turned her head, his cock at the level of her mouth. She looked at it as though she had never seen a cock before, actually seeing the form and symmetry as it protruded from a mass of dark hair and heavy hanging balls. The head was larger than usual, but he was about the same size as her husband, she thought, not really remembering what he looked like. But this one was different because it had the same aura of power that emanated from the man who was mastering her. She knew it was going into her mouth, but that excited her unlike the times she had sucked John. She raised her eyes to those of the man standing over her and he nodded. She opened her mouth and Maria watched as he leaned forward bringing it into the waiting orifice. Rebecca sucked it in, hollowing her cheeks as she stretched out her neck out to take him all in. He pulled back and she gripped him with tightened lips. His hand went to her head and very slowly, he pushed himself in until his pelvic bone was tight against her mouth. She relaxed her throat to take him in, holding her breath, and sucked hard as he withdrew. Twice more he pushed in slowly before pulling all the way out, his cock glistening with her saliva.

He returned to his kneeling position behind her. His fingers gripped the butt plug and he worked it in and out a few times before pulling it all the way out. In a few seconds it gave a resounding beep. He reached around and inserted it into Rebecca's mouth with an order not to lose it. She grimaced at the taste as her mouth closed over it but gripped it with her teeth, and he pushed forward to insert his cock into her open ass hole. There was only a little pain in her stretched out ass and she moaned with the pleasant new sensation. Then he ran sensitive fingernails up and down her sides. A few shakes, then an “awk, please, Sir”, and she broke out into laughter which gained intensity as his fingernails reached her underarms. Even the soft skin under her breasts caused gales of laughter, all of which made keeping from peeing almost impossible. He ran one set of fingernails up from her crotch over the bend in her leg to her hip, and then up her side while the other found her clit. As he saw it, her clit had an attention deficit disorder, and he was going to remediate it. She was going into mental overload, twisting her body trying to get away from the tickling on the one hand, while holding off on an orgasm, keeping from peeing, and maintaining her correct posture and biting down on the butt plug on all the others. The urge to lower her hands and stop the torment was almost irresistible. But she knew she wasn't strong enough to stop him if she tried.

“Sir, how did you know?” she sputtered in between gasps of laughter.

“Shhh.” He had pulled her close, his mouth was in her hair at her ear. He started stroking in and out slowly, which only served to add to her confusion. The feelings were more exquisite than all the hands on her at the club. She had to hold off. She didn't want to be punished, but there was also a new feeling. She wanted to make him proud of her.

Her legs started wobbling again as she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on following the orders she had been given. But the sensations emanating from her clit were interfering with her concentration. She knew he was only going to bring her up to the edge and then stop. She tried to fight it. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out. A jolt went through her as he touched her ultra-sensitive clit. He took it between thumb and forefinger and rolled it between them. Back and forth, back and forth.

“Agrrrrrrrr. God, please noooooooo.” She clutched her eyes shut tight. Her hips were moving back and forth in time with his cock and the motion tugged her clit first one way and then the other. He could feel the muscles in her ass spasm and relax as he brought her closer and closer. She couldn't breath any more from the tickling

Maria saw an agonized look in the face before her. “Sir,” Rebecca almost shouted between gasps, “I can't...”

“Cum, cum for me my slut.”

“Aieeeeeeee, noooooooo,” he held her close to keep her from falling as she went over the top. She was like a rag doll unable to control her flopping body. She totally lost control as he sank his fingers into her side. Laughter mixed with the cry of her orgasm and yellow liquid exploded into the glass still held tight against her body. She continued on and on, releasing the sexual tension that had built up over the past days until her spasms pushed Kyle over the edge and he held her tight as he emptied his jism into her ass. Kyle had never stopped rolling her clit back and forth, but slowed down as the seizures began to subside in intensity and duration. She was crying and had collapsed into his arms, a spasm now and then overtaking her. A couple of minutes passed before she could breath normally again.

“I'm sorry I peed without permission, Sir,” she said, tears running down and humiliation showing in her face. “I just couldn't control it any more.”

“Yes, peeing when you cum results in rather special orgasms for women.” He smiled, “I think I have been responsible for a few other special orgasms this week, I think. I had intended for you to do both at the same time.”

A last spurt was added to the already full glass. Kyle nodded and Maria pulled it away saying, “You had a lot stored up. But you didn't practice your Kegels as you were suppose to.”

Kyle looked at the maid. Maria seemed to be a natural domme. This had possibilities. “You will only pee in the house with Maria holding this glass for you until further notice. The only exception is during your morning shit. I'm sure she will make sure you are doing your exercises.” He untied Rebecca, and reinserted the butt plug in her ass. “Go clean the glass and return it to Maria. And be careful, you wouldn't want to break it.”

When she was finished, he sent her up to shower and dress for her appointment, which, he told her had been switched to 11:00. She wasn't going to be late after all. When she was done, she dressed hurriedly and threw all her pantyhose in a bag, which she brought downstairs with her. She handed them to Maria, “Please put these in the trash,” and left the house.

It was just before 11:00 when she pulled into the piercing/tattoo parlor located in a strip mall. Stephan, a good-looking man of about 30, greeted her and escorted her into a side room. The enormity of the decision before her hung over her head. Up until now, it had all been about sex, humiliation, and punishment. There were no permanent marks—at least not on the outside—to bear witness to her subjugation. Yes, there was the waxing, but that was easily explained away, and the hair would grow back in a few weeks. Lots of women did that. But this, having holes poked through her body, this was entirely different. This would mark her as being owned by HIM as much as a tattoo would. And it would be as hard to hide from John, maybe harder.

He closed the door and looked her up and down. “Position #1,” he said smiling into the shocked face.

I must be getting use to obeying men's commands, she thought, as she stripped and assumed the required position without hesitation. Stephan walked around the nude woman leering openly at her charms. It made her feel even more naked since he was clothed. His voice was quiet and calm as he asked her a series of questions.

“When was your last period?”

“Two weeks ago.” He dragged a finger down her back.

“When did you last have sex?”

“An hour ago.” His finger slipped into her ass crack.

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Very rarely.” he twisted a nipple until it hurt.

“Yet that has been a problem during the past week, has it not?”

“Yes, I suppose so.” What business is it of his, she wondered.

“Which fingers do you use?”

“The middle one on my right hand.” He walked around her looking her up and down.

“How often do you fuck your husband?”

“He is away a lot. I haven't seen him for almost three weeks.” He ran his fingers through her hair.

“And you have had sex with how many men this past week?”

“Just Mr. Laughlin. Well, and a bartender, sort of.” She was getting frazzled now.

“You like women?” he said stroking her face from behind.

“No, I'm not like that.” This really had nothing to do with her piercings.

“How many women have you been with the past week?”

“Well, two but...” His eyebrows shot up.

“Yes, I can see you aren't like that.”

“I don't see what all this has to do with my piercings. Let's just get on with what has to be done.”

“Position #3,” he said firmly. She stood with her feet apart and placed her hands on the curve of her butt.

“Spread them farther,” he reached between her legs. “Wow, the wettest cunt I have ever seen. You are a horny slut. You would probably fuck anything with two legs. Maybe even some with four,” he laughed at the thought.

She figured that no response was the best way to get this over with so she set her jaw and held her tongue.

But her silence angered Stephan. “You high class bitches are all alike. You're too stuck up for your own good.” The tirade continued, “If I even decide to do your piercings, I'll make sure you'll remember Stephan for a long time to come. I may even pierce your clit at no change to Mr. Laughlin.”

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm nervous and scared. I have never been pierced before and didn't know what to expect. Please, I'll be nice to you afterwards.”

“Yes, I'm like a doctor who performs circumcisions. I do like my tips.”

“I'll give you a tip to remember,” she purred, knowing she could suck him off without any problem.

“What sort of a tip? I'm not interested in one from a high-class stuck-up bitch unless I can choose it myself.”

“That would be just fine,” she forced a smile, wondering if it really would be.

He manipulated her nipples until they were as hard as rocks, and marked them for piercing. This was not supposed to be a sensual experience, she told herself, although she was having a hard time keeping from moaning. Everything in her life made her horny anymore and things were still puffy and sensitive from the orgasm Kyle had given her.

She let out a gasp as he pinched cunt lips still sore from their meetings with the ruler. “You are too wet down there,” he announced to her embarrassment. “I'll have to dry you off before doing the lower ones.” He tugged on her lips and marked the spots there for the needles before wiping off his hands.

She climbed onto the table with his assistance. She watched as he held the clamp over her left nipple. He smiled at her shiver and pinched down on it with his other fingers and pulled it out as far as it would go. The clamp was placed over it and closed. He then let it go, and the clamp bumped against her side, bending her nipple with it. She sucked in her breath at the unexpected pain, and held it as another clamp was attached to the right one. It too was released to fall to the side. She released the breath she had been holding. Her eyes were drawn to the needle he had picked up. It would skewer her nipple, she was sure.

“No, please. Could you use a smaller one?”

“This one will fit perfectly,” he said but only his mouth smiled.

She winced as he lifted the clamp on her left nipple pulling her breast out from her body and pushed the needle against it pricking the skin. Then looking in her eyes, he pushed it through the tender tissue. He put the stud in place. He repeated the process for the right one. She let out a breath she had been holding and felt herself relax a little when it was done.

“You are going to owe me big time for treating you with such care.”

“I appreciate your expertise,” she felt like she had to say something.

Moving lower, he used a towel and talc to dry her. A clamp was placed on her clit and she howled as he closed it and moved it back and forth.

“You only think that hurts,” he said through her shrieks. “If I decide to pierce it, that will really give you something to moan about.”

“Please, no,” she begged, starting to cry. “I'm really sorry I treated you so badly when I came in. I can be a submissive bitch for you, the way you want me to be, really I can.”

“Well, I don't know,” he said letting the clamp drop to her dismay. “I'll do the rest of them here and see how I feel about your performance when I'm finished.”

“You'll see how good I can be,” she said a bit panicky, the pain making her promise anything.

“Hrumph.” He released the clamp holding her clit. He checked the markings on her labia, and then the clamp was placed on her already sore flesh. A sharp pain followed as one after another, the incisions were made. She lost track of the number, but it was certainly more than four incisions. She felt him pulling at the lips again and her numbed mind was puzzled to hear four clicks. Stephan then went over the care and keeping of piercings. They would be sore for a couple of days but would take many months to fully heal. She would want to wear a bra for the first 48 hours, especially in bed. She nodded as if in a trance as he explained about hygiene and general do's and don'ts.

“Up you go,” he helped her into a sitting position on the edge of the table. She looked down and saw the studs through each side of her nipples. “Nothing but the best for Mr. L,” said Stephan.

Looking farther down, she saw what looked like a padlock. It couldn't be. She walked over to a mirror on the wall and saw four miniature padlocks, two closing her outer labia together at the top, and two closing the inner labia at her vagina.

“Take them off, now,” she said furiously she said advancing on him with clenched fists. “Who in the hell does he think he is?”

He slapped her once, then again across the face. “No bitch yells at me, and that means you. I've hald a mind to do your clit right now. The padlocks were Mr. Laughlin's design and I don't even have the key,” he said smiling at her discomfort. “Mr. Laughlin has them specially made in the East. They are ultra light and ultra strong. And I suspect they have electronic features built in, but I couldn't tell you for sure.”

She stepped back, defeated, “but how will I...?”

“Pee? That part hasn't been closed very far. You will be fine there. The two at the bottom are through your inner labia and effectively serve as a chastity device. Unless Mr. L removes them, you will have to use pads during your period. He will have to insert something else if he takes them out then, or the holes will start to close.”

“And if I have to visit my doctor?”

He shrugged.

“What about the top two?” she said dreading the response.

“They pull your outer labia together over your clit. That will solve your masturbation problem.” She felt a hot blush spread over her. “You won't be able to get a finger or anything else in there. And messing about will irritate the piercings keeping them from healing.”

She felt tears of humiliation course down her cheeks. If only she hadn't tried to bring herself off, this might not have happened. But the events of the past week made her horny all the time. She had fought it as best she could. Now she wouldn't be able to touch herself even if she wanted to. Every part of her sex was at his command. Even though it was sore down there, just the thought that she could never cum when she wanted to made her clit quiver inside the folds of her cunt lips and the padlock that held them together.

“And now for my tip.”

“What would you like me to do?” she wanted to crawl into a hole and pull it in after her.

“Position #2.” She knelt and reached back to pull her ass cheeks apart. He took a leash from a shelf and brought it down sharply on her ass. “This is for your insolence.” He struck her again and again, sometimes hitting her fingers, often the sensitive flesh around the edges of the butt plug. She was balling when he stopped and fastened a collar around her neck and the leash to the collar. But she hadn't released her grip on her ass cheeks. He smiled at her training.

“Have you been leash trained?”

She shook her head no.

“Come,” he tugged on the leash as though she were a dog. She followed on all fours wishing she had never been born. He led her out of the room and through the shop. Three people were sitting in the waiting room and she blushed as they looked at her in surprise. He led her toward the back. She stumbled at his fast pace rounding a corner and he hit her on the ass with the end of the leash to move her along. There, he guided her to a couch and led her up onto it, still on all fours.

“Now I'm going to fuck you from behind just like a bitch in heat. You are in heat, are you not?”

“Yes, Sir,” she was hoping to keep him happy.

“That's no way for a bitch to respond,” he snarled. “Answer me like the bitch you are.”

She turned her head and looked at him with a puzzled expression. “Arf?” she said dejectedly. But the humiliation didn't stop her clit from twitching, almost aching inside her piercings. It was an itch she couldn't ever scratch again, she thought with a sob.

“Sir?”

“What is it bitch?”

“I would be happy to take you up my ass like the slut you know I am. But Mr. Laughlin has forbidden the removal of the butt plug without his permission. Do you want to face him?”

She had a point and that made him angry. “You offer me a beautiful ass, just begging to be fucked, then refuse me. You're just a bitch SMACK who thinks SMACK she's above me SMACK.”

“No, Sir,” she was trying her best to placate him. ”I'm just a horny slut who is trying to serve you. I wouldn't have told you if I wanted to get you into trouble.”

“Is that true? Let's see,” he reached and felt her cunt below the bottom locks that sealed her cunt hole. “Damn but you are leaking juice bitch. This is really turning you on. Here lick your scum off me,” he said reaching around and putting his fingers in her mouth. “That's my good bitch.”

He pulled the butt plug partway out and looked it over and worked it in and out. Then pulling it almost all the way out, he placed a finger alongside it and pushed both in. Her eyes bulged and a moan escaped from her throat.

“Thank me like a good doggie.”

He pulled both out and slammed them back in. “Arfooooo,” was her response.

“That's better. Nothing like an ass fuck to cure a high class bitch.” If she was high class, she didn't feel it now, she thought ruefully.

He slammed in again, harder this time and she responded with the required “arf”. He kept it up until he tired of the sport, grinning every time she barked at his crude assault. When he finished, he held out his finger, gamy from being in her ass, and said, “Lick it bitch.”

She obediently licked his finger clean, thinking of the words from her Sunday school days, “Lo how the mighty are fallen”.

“Well? What do you say for my gift?”

“Arf, arf.”

He felt her cunt. She had leaked out over the padlocks. “Looks like the only one receiving satisfaction so far has been you,” he smirked.

He lowered his pants. Then guiding her by the leash, he led her over to a chair and sat.

“If I can't have your ass, you'll have to manage using your tits.”

“But Sir, they're...”

“Quiet, slut. Bitches don't talk. If you can't do the job yourself properly, I'll just have to tie your hands behind you and grab me some sore nipples while I fuck your tits. And I want to hear you sound like a bitch in heat while you're doing it.”

She couldn't believe it was happening to her. It was a nightmare that was never ending. She moved closer between his legs ‘til her chest touched his cock. She drooled spittle onto the area between her breasts, getting some on his cock. Then she pushed her breasts together feeling pain in the nipples from the tugging. He slipped out from between her breasts.

“Damn bitch, you can do better than that.”

She pushed her body against him and squeezed her breasts together again. This time he stayed in but she winced as her nipples rubbed against his lower stomach. She began moving up and down on his cock.

“Ummm good. Talk to me bitch.”

“Arf.”

“That's not much in the way of gratitude for what I'm giving you bitch.”

God she hated that word. “Arf, arf...arf, arf.”

“That's a little better. See you can be broken of your hoity toity ways. Keep singing.”

She arfed again and again as she slid up and down on his cock. When it seemed a little dry, she drooled on it again until his pre-cum oiled the pathway.

“Harder. Squeeze harder now my little fuck dog.”

She pushed her breasts tighter together creating a pocket that milked his cock. But it also increased the pain she felt in her nipples. She yelped oftener now, as it seemed to please him. Please God, she prayed through the pain, please let him cum so I can leave this hellhole.

Her rhythm increased and she pushed harder still to tighten the sheath around him and make him cum. He reached down and pinched tender nipples as they were dragged up and down on him. She shuddered, wondering if she could cum without him knowing and reporting her.

“Arooooooo,” she was really in pain. As she sucked in air and repeated her pained yelp, he shot up into her face and neck again and again, the last ones covering her chest and breasts. She was shaking in unsatisfied passion, and hated herself for the way she felt. No on could be turned on by such degradation, she was sure.

When he had caught his breath, he pulled her leash down to lick him off. Satisfied, he raised her head up and gazed into the eyes of the cum-covered executive.

“Damn, you can come and see me anytime. Your next piercing will be on me, well actually on you,” he laughed replacing his pants.

Still on hands and knees, he led her back to the front of the parlor. In the waiting room, his command was “heel”. She stopped and stretched herself up as he raised the leash, giving the man and two women there a good view of the cum-covered women. She thought how they had heard her in the back and hung her head. When he felt that he had humiliated her enough, he led her back into the room.

“You have indeed given me a tip of my choosing. Don't be a stranger now,” he laughed throwing her the leash and walking out of the piercing room. “The collar and leash are yours to remember me by.”

She sat down and sobbed her heart out. She rubbed her cunt where the clit should have been, but all it brought was pain and frustration. Ten minutes later she had dressed and walked as proudly as she could out of the piercing room before the gaze of the other customers. She drove home with the collar still locked on, cursing the day Kyle Laughlin was born and especially the day that had brought him into her life.

 

Thanks to all who have written notes of thanks and provided ideas for the story. A special thanks goes to Stephanie who has done my proofreading over the past couple of parts as well as provided ideas to improve the story. I welcome your comments and suggestions at simplysizzlingwriter@yahoo.com . Oh yes, and please vote for the different parts of the story.

Training Rebecca Ch. 06

by simplysizzling©

Sorry about the one I posted here a few years ago—it obviously wasn’t the final edit. If you haven’t read the other chapters, I would urge you to do so before reading this one. Ch. 7-10 are done and I’ll be sending them in over the next couple of weeks. the last chapter is in the works now. As always, I appreciate hearing from readers as well as reading comments here. Enjoy!!

She had finally made it to Friday, she thought as she awoke. She usually looked forward to the days just before John came home, but now she was filled with trepidation. She threw on some clothes and went in search of Maria with her special glass. She didn't know what to do about Maria, who was letting her newfound power go to her head. Wednesday night she had held the glass for her and she saw the surprise in her eyes when she saw the piercings on her cunt. That was followed by a certain sense of pleasure at the discomfort of her boss. Last night, she had gone to Maria's room just before bed and Maria had reminded her that her needs hadn't been met since Wednesday morning. Rebecca blushed at the memory. The maid demanded a repeat performance and didn't let Rebecca up to pee until she had cum twice, commending her with a smile on her talented tongue. It was disgusting but at the same time she had to admit that she was dripping with more than the need to pee by the time she was finished making her cum. She couldn't see an end to it.

She found Maria in the kitchen and they went into the downstairs bathroom to drain Rebecca's bladder. Maria made her stop 6 times. She exercised as required, showered, dressed, and went off to work.

Mrs. Davis greeted her and she went into her office to begin her work for the day. The usual Friday meeting of the company executives was always scheduled for 9:00. She went early and checked first for cameras, wondering how Kyle had managed to record her debasement in there. Finding none, she took in her appointed place, pulling her skirt up in back and waiting for her employees to arrive once she was seated. The meeting went well and she mentioned how pleased she was with the new sales figures. She worked through lunch since she had an appointment in the afternoon.

Her 3:00 waxing appointment found her entering the beauty parlor with jaws set. Betty greeted her and led her to a booth to undress. She whistled when she saw the padlocks and called in Trish to look. Rebecca turned red as they pulled and prodded her padlocks, one commenting on how she was unavailable for sex now, even with her husband. The other asked if she was really married and if someone other than her husband had locked her up. After seeing how Stephan had responded when she ignored his questions, Rebecca nodded ruefully to both questions. They reluctantly ceased their exploration and pulled out a key and unlocked her padlocks to Rebecca's amazement. Oiling them, they pulled them carefully off, and set about waxing their victim. She didn't find it very painful, compared to the first time, and soon they were rubbing her bald cunt with lotion. This was the moment Rebecca had dreaded for days—she had to provide them with a tip.

"I didn't give you a tip last time, and should have done so," Rebecca mentioned pulling out her wallet.

"You can keep your old money," Tricia was blunt. "Give us a real tip, or just get the fuck outta here."

"What would you like?" she was sure she already knew.

Tricia pulled up her skirt to reveal her denuded pussy and sat on a chair spreading her legs. Rebecca felt the world spin. She knelt and looked blankly at the slit in front of her, the secretions assaulting her nose. "Well?" said Tricia finally. Rebecca leaned forward and parted the lips in front of her with her thumbs. They held together with her juices until the last instant before oozing apart. "I'm not going to cum if you just sit there looking at me," she added. The kneeling woman brought her nose into the folds and tasted the girl, who sighed at the movement of her tongue. She could only hold her breath for so long and the scent as she inhaled mixed with the taste. "Well, get going, you slag. I don't have all day. Customers will be expecting me soon." Rebecca blushed at the crudity but started working with her tongue.

She felt something at the mouth of her cunt and turned to look at her assailant, Betty, who had stripped and now sported a strap-on that looked huge. "Damn, you are starting to piss me off," Tricia commented as the mouth left her cunt. "We are going to make you pay for not providing a tip last time. If you don't get with it, you'll pay double." Rebecca turned and applied her tongue to the clit presented to her. She felt her cunt stretching as Betty pushed with the cock strapped to her waist. She was soooo very slick, but it was soooo very big. She spread her legs further to try and accommodate the monster and arched her back to make the angle better. Betty pushed in a little and pulled out, each time getting a little further inside. She smiled as she looked down at the professional woman who struggled with the size of the dildo she was going to make her take. She was only in 3 inches, but it felt like a baseball bat. Although only her second time sucking off a woman, Rebecca was surprised that it almost felt natural. She explored the different parts of the cunt in front of her, trying to relax and forget about the monster pushing in from behind. Betty wasn't very happy with the exploration though and as Tricia pushed in another inch, she grabbed her human vibrator by the hair and slammed her mouth against her, bruising her mouth in the process.

Rebecca was moaning, partly from the pain caused by the size of the invader and partly from the feelings spreading throughout her nether regions. She didn't know whether to push into it or pull away. But she was getting close, that she knew. The fingers in her hair kept her face mashed into the cunt in front of her and she wondered if she would have any hair left in those spots when it was over. Her mounting desire made her lick and suck with vigor, a vigor not lost on Tricia, who started mouthing the words, "fuck, fuck, fuck," words that were soon given voice, her eyes closed tight and face screwed up in a look of agony.

As Tricia came over the top mouthing obscenities, Rebecca pushed back now as much as she could, given her immobilized head. She felt the spasms her oral ministrations brought on and that added to the feelings of the dildo stretching her cunt. She didn't care any more if she came without permission. Betty was slamming hard into her and every once in a while would slap her ass as hard as she could. Her breathing became shallower and faster and she stopped lapping at the cunt in her mouth. Then everything stopped, and Betty pulled out of her.

Rebecca shook with passion. "Please," she begged, "don't stop, please let me cum. I haven't been allowed to cum in days. I need to cum so bad I can taste it. You don't know what it's like to have to cum like you've never wanted to before and not being able to."

They laughed at her plight and Tricia pushed her away. Betty came around and sat in her place, her strap-on still dripping. She indicated that her kneeling prey should lick the juices off it, and Rebecca took as much of it as she could into her mouth. The size hurt her jaws and she choked as the oversize dick was pushed into her throat. Betty laughed at her discomfort and pulled her off it when it was clean. She released the straps and took off the harness, and then spread her legs wide, pulled her lips apart, and said with some menace in her voice "suck me good, cunt."

Rebecca's knees were hurting now, but she did as she was told, the odor of Betty's sex strong in her nose. "I don't think you are doing the best job you can," she announced. "Trish, help her get in the mood for some first-rate cunt licking."

Tricia grinned. She was only too glad to help. She pulled Rebecca's hands behind her and fastened them with a pair of handcuffs. Then she ordered her to present her breasts and took off the nipple studs, replacing them with a pair of nipple clamps. They were closed by a screw on each side, which made them infinitely adjustable. Rebecca's nips were still sore and aroused. Tricia closed the screws until the nipple bulged out from the two metal bars on the top and bottom of each nipple. Rebecca caught her breath, "PPPlease, I can do better. Please don't hurt my nipples any more." Tricia reached for two chains with weights on the ends and hooked them to the clamps. "We'll see," was her only reply as the weights bounced up, down, and sideways, distending the nipples and causing them to point straight down.

Rebecca winced at the pain, but remained quiet.

"Tighten them another turn," Betty ordered. "I had to stop in mid-fuck because she was slacking off. She deserves whatever pain you give her and then some."

"Nooooo," said Rebecca in response and Tricia gave each wing nut a full turn. Where the clamp had been tight before, it now bit into the flesh, making the nipple expand painfully.

"Now suck cunt and do it well or we'll see just how big we can make your nipples before they burst."

Rebecca bent forward, the weights swinging and clacking together and plastered her mouth on the cunt in front of her. She sucked with renewed vigor, pushing the pain aside, all the while wishing someone, even though it was the woman behind her, would touch her so she could cum. She would beg, if that was what they wanted. She would grovel, if they would only give her the relief she needed.

Betty had her legs up on Rebecca's back now, leaning back, with her knees wide apart, pulling the black-haired beauty against her, providing maximum access to her cunt. She threw her head back and moaned through her teeth.

"Does she need another tightening?" Tricia asked.

Rebecca put everything she had into tonguing the little penis sticking up from Betty's cunt. "No, I think she has learned her lesson," Betty answered appreciatively. "But I'll let you know if she slacks again."

Her tongue was cramping up from the pressure she put into bringing the young girl off. Not having the use of her arms, her weight pushed her head into the cunt in front of her. She could feel the weights move as Betty shifted her position from time to time as her buttocks clenched and relaxed and her legs would spasm.

"Tongue my ass hole," Betty commanded, her raised legs providing access to that part of her anatomy.

Rebecca shifted lower, her nose found its way into Betty's soaking wet cunt hole cutting off her air. Her tongue worked up and down and finally pushed its way into the ass before her, breathing heavily through her mouth.

"Ahhhhhhh," was the response. After a minute of bliss, "Now my cunt hole. Stick your tongue in it and suck out my juices."

Rebecca complied as best she could. Her nose was mashed into Betty's clit and she felt like her tongue was going to drop off.

"Goooood. Now the clit. Make me cum hard, you Fuckin' Cunt."

It was now or never. Rebecca slid her face up a little farther and, with her mouth mashed around an engorged clit, started breathing through a nose slimed up with cunt juice. "I've got to finish her now," she thought to herself as her tongue circled the red clit. SMACK! The paddle hitting her on the ass focused her attention even more on her task, and drove her mouth into Betty. The crack could be heard through the whole shop. Time seemed to stop. CRACK! Harder this time, her weights swung to and fro, pulling the nipples with them.

"Do me! Do me now!" Betty shouted as a third crack landed on pink ass cheeks, leaving a red circle behind. Rebecca couldn't get a sound out. "I'm...I'm...ohhhhhhhh." CRACK!!! Rebecca flailed at the clit with her tongue, sucking it in and holding it in her mouth. Betty had tightened her legs, her thighs holding her prisoner captive between her legs. Rebecca thought she was going to suffocate. CRACK!!!! The paddle landed again on her now red ass. Betty tightened one last time and with an "Ahhhhh, good..." relaxed her grip and smiled at the head of the well-to-do lady between her legs. Rebecca, wild-eyed, sucked in big gulps of air.

"Well done," commented Tricia.

"You can tip me anytime you desire. This was about average today," said Betty as her breathing returned to normal. "I'm sure you'll do better with practice."

They removed the nipple clamps, and handcuffs, and replaced the nipple studs and padlocks before allowing Rebecca to dress. When she staggered out of the waxing room Rebecca was surprised to see Kyle waiting for her. He looked at Betty and Tricia who nodded their satisfaction with her performance. Rebecca didn't know why she felt a glow when he complimented her for the way she pleased him. She shook off the feeling as beneath her dignity and waited for his command.

"We are going shopping," he told her, and led her outside to his Jag.

"Now what," she wondered to herself. They drove through the city and stopped in front of a specialty lingerie shop. An impecibly dressed woman approached after they entered, and Kyle greeted "Suzanne" as an old friend. She led them to a back section and had Rebecca strip to the waist. The new customer had to lift her arms as the clerk massaged her breasts around the nipple studs. Every measurement that could be made was made to Rebecca's discomfort, discomfort that included very erect nipples, still sore from the piercing and the clamps, but ultra sensitive to the touch. Everything now heightened her arousal and she looked at Kyle with lust in her eyes. Suzanne disappeared into the back room and returned with several boxes. A bra was fitted on and seemed perfect, except there was no middle to the bra and her nipple was pulled through the hole.

"What happened to it?"

Suzanne laughed. This is a tip-less bra. It is made that way so your breasts are supported but your nipples will remain uncovered."

"It is your new style of bra," Kyle informed her. "Maria has thrown out all your old bras. We're here to replace them with your new ones. You will only wear these bras from now on, unless I forbid the use of a bra all together," he smiled.

She stood there stunned. Her nipples were to be on view through her blouse for anyone to see? And she had on the nipple studs as well. They could be seen through some of her tops, she was sure. To make matters worse, her nipples always seemed to be erect since the piercings; well actually they had been erect for most of the past week since meeting Kyle. Feeling helpless and alone, she started to cry. Suzanne busied herself with getting a dozen bras of different colors, all tip-less except for a couple of shelf bras that gave the breast some shape but left the upper half from just below the nipples bare. Rebecca stood there, the sounds becoming a blur, not believing that her world could have changed so much in so short a period of time.

Next Suzanne led them over to the section where various corsets were on display. Kyle picked out several he liked and she went to find them in the appropriate size. Rebecca was stripped from the waist up and they were tried on her. One in black with a shelf bra built in was a definite keeper. She was squeezed into it as they laced up the back and stood for their approval without being able to exhale fully. It made her waist more slender she noted as she looked at herself in the mirror. Others were worn with a bra, and one was tip less like the bras they had picked out. Her original bra was set aside to be given to the Salvation Army, and she was given a red brassier to wear under her white blouse. Her blazer was folded carefully and put in a bag.

When they had packed up the lingerie, they left for another store where Kyle introduced her to short skirts, shoes with higher heels, semi-transparent blouses, and tight, lightweight sweaters that would show off her northern assets to perfection in the new bras. She couldn't help but notice how her nipples stood at attention through the holes in the bra. Kyle told her that if she did as she was told and dressed as she was instructed, he would let her wear jackets to work. She nodded only partially comprehending what was happening.

The trunk and back seat of the Jag were full of their purchases as they sped off and stopped at Kyle's house. Without thinking, she removed her clothing at the door and presented herself as she had been trained, kneeling nude in the middle of the floor.

"Rule #6. You will only wear the bras and clothes we have picked out. At times you will also wear a corset. One of those times will be tonight. Linda will prepare you for tonight. Don't disappoint me."

Linda led her up the stairs to a room at the end of the hall. She was given a bath and dried. A black corset was tightened around her with a shelf to accentuate her breasts but leave them bare. Likewise was her cunt bare, accentuated by garters attached to black stockings. Then she was seated for instructions.

"Tonight is one of Master's parties. We are to be the servants and later the entertainment. You will be dressed as you are, except that I am instructed to remove the jewelry from down below. Whatever anyone, and I do mean anyone, wants to do with you, you will do it and do it as though you enjoy it. When you serve drinks and hors d'oeuvres, you will be graceful and elegant. Of course, you will not cum with any of Master's guests without HIS permission, and I doubt you will have that."

"Later we will be the entertainment. I am required to explain the rules to you. There are 2 rounds of 15 minutes. We will be belted together face to pussy and are to try and make the other cum. If one succeeds, she will spend the night with Master. The loser, well, let's just say you don't want to be the loser." She laughed ruefully. "I lost once, and will never let it happen again! If we both make it through the 30 minutes without cumming, neither gets to spend the night with Master, but neither will have to run the gauntlet either. Don't get the idea that we can just fake it. If it appears as though we are not really trying, they can extend the time or flog us, or both. But if we look like we are both working hard we may be able to get through it together without cumming."

Rebecca nodded her understanding. "How can he parade us in the nude like that in front of other people?" she asked.

"I was very nervous at first. But, the guests think nothing of it, and you will get use to it after a few times. I still get wet every time I have to do one though. I competed against a male sub once," she said smiling as she remembered, "but he didn't last very long, and his cum was sooo sweet."

She took off Rebecca's padlocks, and pulled out the butt plug before putting on her own corset and stockings. They took some time with their make-up before putting their hair up. The time passed and Linda escorted her charge out to start receiving guests. She answered the door and took their coats and Rebecca escorted them, mostly men, but also a few women, into the large living room. A small jazz combo was set up in a corner and the room filled with soft light and music. She would take drink orders, which she relayed to the bartender at the side. Before long the room was abuzz with conversation and the doorbell stopped ringing, allowing Linda to join her in the room, attending to the guests.

A large man motioned her over and looked her up and down appreciatively. He had her turn around and lift her nipples for him. Then he motioned to her to approach him. When she touched his knees, he motioned her to come still closer, she had to part her legs to inch up on either side of his.

"Part your cunt lips for me," he said crudely.

Rebecca pushed her fingers into them and pulled them apart and up for his leering eyes to feast on.

"Good. Very nice. Now hold them there."

He grasped her clit between thumb and forefinger and rubbed it back and forth. A moan escaped from her throat. She had wiped her cunt just before coming down because it was so wet she was afraid it would leak. It was embarrassing enough to be naked in front of all these people. But she couldn't let them know how horny she was. It had been too long since she had been allowed to cum. In her old life, this would never have been a problem. She still didn't understand what had happened to her.

He gripped her clit tightly and began to shake it up and down. Her eyes bulged as she watched him and tried to hold back the feelings he was arousing. She looked around for a way out. Where was Kyle? She didn't see him anywhere, but Linda smiled back at her. Now more deliberately, he pulled it down, hesitated, and then yanked up as far as the skin would stretch. The pressure was strong enough that she dipped and rose on tiptoes as he manipulated her clit.

"Please, Sir," she begged.

He laughed at her plea, but was enjoying her difficulty too much to stop. Rebecca could feel the sensations rising in her body. She wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

"Sir, may I get you a drink?" she asked.

She watched as the thickest finger she could imagine was cocked back by his thumb and, almost as though in slow motion, was flicked directly at her clit. She muffled her scream as much as she could but didn't let go of her cunt lips. The room became silent as all eyes turned toward her.

"Your training has been most incomplete. How long have you been in training?"

"Just over a week, Sir," she answered submissively.

"No wonder. But at least you didn't let go, that shows spirit, and I like spirit."

He cocked back the same finger and let fly at the clit that had turned even larger and redder. Rebecca again brought forth a muffled scream, but again didn't release the lips held wide apart. Three more times he cocked back his finger, each time hitting his target with precision. The crowd watched her screaming and writhing in agony, until she was able to withstand the third time without any sound coming from her.

"That is much better, my dear," he said releasing her. "You will have to learn to accept punishment without so much noise."

"Thank you, Sir, for your instruction," she said when she had moved to a safe distance. She moved to take drink orders from others. Some wanted to feel her hairless twat, others rubbed her breasts with the studs setting off her full nipples, and still others wanted to feel her lubricated asshole. None kept at it for too long and there was not danger of her having an unauthorized orgasm. A woman with too much make-up and blonde hair motioned her over and had her bend down. Her tender nipples were clamped in the woman's fingers and twisted as she pulled her down farther. She smiled into Rebecca's face, but her eyes were like ice. Rebecca shuddered with the pain, thankful for once that it was Kyle who had taken her and not this woman.

"Do you know who I am," she asked?

"No, Ma'am," she answered truthfully.

"I am Mistress Schmidt. You don't like me, do you?"

"Of course, I do Ma'am," she answered.

"Would you like to go home with me tonight?"

"That would have to be up to Sir," she answered truthfully.

"If you don't win the competition, I'll see if I can arrange it," she laughed. "Kyle owes me a favor. I could actually take both of you home with me if no one wins. It would make for an interesting weekend."

She let go of the sore nipples and Rebecca straightened up. "May I get you a drink, Ma'am?" she asked quickly.

"Whiskey, on the rocks. Something good."

Rebecca hurried to get the drink before she changed her mind and had other ideas. When she brought it back, the woman motioned for her to sit on the couch next to her. Rebecca sat and found the woman's arm around her pulling her into a demanding kiss. Her mouth was pried open and the tongue forced into her mouth made it feel like she was being raped. It was hard to get her breath with the corset pushing in on her but she just sat there and let it happen until the blonde ended the kiss and said, "until later, my little bitch."

Soon Kyle entered the room and called for the entertainment portion of the evening. The rules were announced, no biting or scratching. And only for this competition, there was no use of nipples by an opponent. The crowd groaned their dissatisfaction with this new rule, but Kyle reminded them about the recent piercings.

The corsets were removed and the two women lay down on the floor with a face at each pussy and a broad belt was put around them as the crowd gathered in a circle to get a good view. Thoughts from every direction careened through Rebecca's mind. The thought of an evening with Kyle made her tingle with anticipation. That was overshadowed by the thought of spending even a minute with the scary blonde bitch. She knew how talented Linda's tongue could be and she didn't want to face the punishment that so scared her opponent if she failed to hold off her orgasm—whatever the gauntlet was. But how could she keep from cumming with Linda's talented tongue stuck up her cunt?

The timekeeper was set. Their knees were wrapped with a Velcro strap attached to an 18' rod to keep each other from squeezing the other girl's head between athletic thighs. "START." They gripped the others buttocks and buried faces in the facing hairless cunt, finding it smooth as silk. Each tongue lashed at the clit within its reach and they were soon moaning. Rebecca was still very sensitive, both from the punishment her clit had taken previously as well as the tenderness in her lips from the piercings. She wiggled as much as she could but Linda's grip was firm. She tried to put her arousal out of her mind and concentrate on bringing Linda off. All thoughts of "going easy on each other" had left their minds, the more so when whips were brought down on their respective asses by sundry spectators, intent on egging them on. Talented tongues worked feverously, each trying to get some advantage on the other. Linda was doing very well at a game she had played before. Rebecca had been concentrating so much on tonguing her rival that she didn't realize how close she was to having an orgasm.

When it dawned on her she took immediate corrective action. They had been on their sides up to now, and she rolled their bodies so she was on the bottom and lashed out with her hand on Linda's exposed ass. With her other hand, she reached in and took some skin between her fingernails and pinched the tender flesh on her inner thighs. Linda raised her head to scream and Rebecca took the opportunity to compose herself. When Linda rolled their bodies, trying to get at the same areas on her rival, Rebecca kept her mouth pressed firmly on her cunt giving it the tongue lashing of her life, and continued the roll to cover her back with the floor. There had been nothing in the rules about pinching, and she took another bit of skin, this time closer to Linda's cunt, and pinched it with all her strength, while opening her legs as far as they would go to anchor herself on her back.

The spectators were watching intensely as Linda opened her mouth again to scream and the hand landed again and again on her ass with all the fury Rebecca could muster. Rebecca sucked in the pearl as hard as she could and gripped it between her teeth. There was no finesse, her tongue just flicked it as hard and as fast as she could while she had the advantage. Linda dug her fingers in and got some ass flesh between her fingers and squeezed, but it was already too late. She was shaking against the tongue. In a last ditch effort to regain the advantage, she tried to roll over again. But Rebecca's mouth never left its target, and countered the force of Linda's body with her legs. Linda let out a shriek and screamed, "NooooooOOOOO," as she came against the mouth savaging her clit. The crowd broke into cheers as it became apparent there would be a loser in this competition. Rebecca stopped when the orgasm had played itself out and released her iron-like grip on her opponent. Linda began to cry.

Hands gripped the two women and raised them from the floor. Rebecca's spreader bar was removed and she was pronounced the winner. Everyone scattered to get his or her favorite weapons of punishment. Mistress Schmidt came back with her flogger and a box, announcing that she had won Linda for the weekend. Linda hobbled over to one side of the room and knelt down. The spreader bar was extended slightly to keep her legs wide apart and extend the time it would take her to navigate the room. Two ashtrays were taken from the box. Toothed clamps with short chains were attached to her nipples as the spectators-turned-participants formed two lines. The ashtrays pulled Linda's breasts downward, keeping her arms bent and her body close to the floor. Every time she tried to raise her body up, the clamps bit cruelly into her nipples.

Rebecca stood on the side with Kyle and watched as the blonde-haired mistress lashed out with her whip from behind, hitting the opened-legged woman square on her still quivering cunt. With a scream, Linda lurched forward dragging the ashtrays underneath her into the gauntlet of S&M enthusiasts, each holding their favorite implement and watching for the best place to apply it. As the whips and paddles came down on the helpless woman, Mistress Schmidt moved to the side. She saw Linda's right breast, being pulled down by the weight of the ashtrays she was dragging, and the flogger was flicked with considerable force and accuracy against the side of it near the nipple.

Her scream rang in Rebecca's ears and Mistress Schmidt stepped forward and put her foot on the ashtray, anchoring it to the floor. The clips bit in as Linda tried to move forward, and another scream, higher pitched this time, left her lips. She looked sideways and up at the offending party. A thin smile crossed the blondes mouth as she asked, "You will please me well this weekend, my little slut?"

Anxious to continue as her red welts crisscrossed her body, she replied, "Yes, Mistress, I will serve you like the slut I am."

"You will take what I dish out without complaint?" she asked, as whips and floggers found as yet unmarked parts of the helpless body from men and women vying for position around her.

"Yes, Mistress," a shiver ran through her body already wracked by pain.

That was the last thing Rebecca saw as Kyle pushed her to the floor, fastened a collar and leash to her neck, and led her up the back stairs to his bedroom. She could hear the thud of leather and an occasional scream as she climbed step by step on hands and knees. She had never been in here and the lush carpet felt good on her hands and knees. He led her over to a stuffed chair and sat down. Rebecca immediately took up position #1 close to the chair, and waited for him to change into a luxurious robe.

"You have done very well tonight," he began. "Although I think you might have enjoyed a weekend with Frau Schmidt," he said a twinkle in his eye."

"No, thank you, Sir," she responded softly, with eyes lowered, "I...I would prefer a night with you."

"You have been introduced to a life few others know exists, and even fewer have experienced it. What do you want?" he said after a long minute of silence.

The events of the past week came flooding in upon her. It was all so confusing. She wasn't sure she knew what she did want, but she was sure that the mundane life with her husband wasn't any longer an option. Her life had been all right before, but she knew she hadn't been fulfilled in a long time. Even her husband seemed to stay away for longer and longer periods of time. What was it about this man that made her angry and subdued, yet turned her knees to jelly. She knew she was good looking, and he could have had her any time he wanted, so why didn't he just fuck her and get it over with? He just didn't respond to the same types of female manipulation that other men did. After being horny for days on end without relief, she knew she just wanted to beg him to fuck her senseless, but also instinctively knew that what she wanted didn't matter. She had always gotten her way before and this too made him different. She looked up into his eyes and said, "Pinch my nipples, please, Sir."

"They will hurt," he said taking them into his fingers and beginning to roll the still tender flesh between thumb and forefinger. She looked at the floor again.

"I want to please you, Sir," was her reply as she gritted her teeth against the pain.

"Look at me," he ordered quietly. Her eyes were liquid pools and he looked through them into her soul. She had feared him before because he had known more about her than she had known herself. But now it seemed that his inner strength and the knowledge about what made her tick had a calming effect on her. He watched her expression as he increased the pressure. She caught her breath, but her eyes, captivated now, never left his. He released the pressure and, looking down, ran the backs of his fingers over the large nipples, which snapped back after each finger pressed it down.

She looked at the cock hanging between his legs and thought it beautiful the way the head stood out at an angle. "May I suck your cock for you, Sir?" a husky voice asked. He nodded and she took him into her mouth, smelling his musky odor that was the result of the events of the past few hours and sucked him in ever so slowly, a half inch at a time, until she could feel his dark, curly hair against her lips. Her eyes watered with the pain as he pinched her recently pierced nipples again, but she was determined to impress him, to be better even than Linda. She could feel him growing as she ever so slowly sucked her way back off him. She closed her lips tightly as she went down on him again, very slowly, until he was buried in her throat.

As she backed off again, coming all the way off him, she said in a low voice, "You can pinch harder, Sir. I can take it for you."

A slight sound came unbidden from her throat as his fingers bore down and he twisted the nipples to the side. Tears flowed copiously from her eyes and dripped off her chin. He released her nipples.

"You have done well. Come up on the bed."

She moved on all fours to the bed and clambered up as she watched him remove his robe. His cock hung down between heavy balls. They swayed back and forth and she caught his scent as she watched him move onto the bed.

"You are already wet?" he asked rhetorically as the side of his lip turned up into a smile.

"You already know I'm dripping, Sir," she said with a smile. "And you know that I have suffered from that for days now without being able to do anything about it."

"Put your arms over you're head."

When she complied, he ran a hand lightly over the contours of her body and she shivered at his side. Whenever he would linger at her cunt, she would take it for a few seconds, then move against the hand that would then be withdrawn. Her breathing quickened. He spread her legs by a slight touch on her thigh and moved over her, and she watched as his erection slipped between their bodies. She felt him at her entrance, pushing lightly against the mouth of her naked cunt. Slowly the petals parted and she could feel his head open her vagina. He shifted slightly to a comfortable position on his hands and knees and she could feel his hot breath on her. With just the head inside, he pulled back out. When he could feel the cool air on his cock, he push it back against her until the head was just inside again. He pulled it out and rose up so his cock, now slick with her juices, rubbed against her clit with a slow thrust. She raised her hips to gain more friction, her nubbin flattened by his thrust.

He pulled back and inserted the head again. "You may use your hands now. Climb my pole," was his command.

Rebecca felt a rush of adrenaline as she gripped his hips and drew up her feet, thinking of feeling him deep inside her for the first time. It had never been like this with the other affairs she had. She knew she should hate him for what he had done to her, but all she could feel was the desire to cum and cum and cum again with him. She tilted her hips and flexed her legs driving up onto his cock. He fit like a glove, and she clutched her cunt muscles at the top as much as she could before relaxing back to the bed. It seemed like she could feel every part of his cock filling her as she lifted up again and held herself up impaled on him for a moment before letting her muscles relax. She knew that she wanted him to remember her for this night.

For his part, Kyle was enjoying the scene unfolding before him. Her dark hair was undone and was strewn about her head. Her face was a study in concentration as she pushed herself off the bed onto him, and her breasts moved with the action. Her cunt was a velvet glove, silky soft, demanding of his attention, and the smell her arousal permeated the room.

"How could she keep from cumming?" she thought to herself. Her imposed celibacy during the past days, as well as the events of the evening had left her on edge. She bit her lip to try and get a hold of herself, and started raising herself a bit more gingerly than she had previously. Kyle noticed what appeared to be lessening enthusiasm and pulled out. He turned her over and pulled her up on her knees.

Every word was spoken distinctly. "I DO NOT EXPECT YOU TO HOLD BACK" Thwack. "I EXPECT," Thwack, "THAT YOU WILL GIVE ME," Thwack, "EVERYTHING YOU HAVE," Thwack, Thwack, Thwack.

"I...I'm sorry, Sir," she said as tears streamed down her face. "I was afraid I would cum without your permission. You feel so good in me, Sir. I didn't think I could control myself."

"This will help you resist the urge to cum. You will count as I punish your ass, and thank me for each strike."

"Yes, Sir," she answered burying her head in the pillow.

He left the bed for a moment and returned with a switch. Rebecca caught the pillowcase in her mouth and bit down. Smack! "Outh. One. Thank you, Thir." The switch had caught both cheeks and left a red stripe across them.

Smack!! "Oooo. Two. Thank you, Thir."

Smack!!! "Eeeeeee. Three. Thank you, Thir.

SMACK! "Aieeeee." A moan left her throat. She lay quiet for a few seconds, shaking, the pillow clutched in her teeth. Then "Four. Thank you, Thir."

The next two were harder than the first ones and left her sobbing. Her required litany was spoken through the tears. Rebecca clutched the bed sheets in her fists. It was so humiliating to be punished this way, humiliating, but she knew that he was right—she had slacked, but for all that, she was still sooo very horny. Then it was over, and he rubbed cream on her reddened backside and turned her over. Her abused ass was cooled by contact with the sheets.

"Let's see if you can do better. If you need more encouragement, I can certainly provide it," he said his hard cock at the entrance to her cunt again. She arched up to meet him, and he was engulfed by her wetness. She slammed up against him for all she was worth. She would give it to him hard and hope she could hold out. The punishment hadn't really cooled her off as he said it would, and she felt herself rising with him as she flung herself against him again and again, punishing her pierced cunt lips as they slapped against him. Her breath came in huge gulps. He put his hands on either side of her head and forced her to look up at his face. They could see the eroticism of the moment in the others eyes.

"Don't close your eyes," was his command. "Keep them open and look at me." She obeyed, legs contracting to drive her upwards against him again. She wanted to close her eyes, but pleasing him was even more important now.

"Please, Sir..." she begged.

"Not yet. Show me how much you want to suck the cum out of me with your sweet cunt."

When she fell back on the bed, she used it as a springboard to launch herself up against him. This increased the pace and she grunted each time she contracted her legs. It was hard enough that she could feel the pain of crashing into him through the haze of her passion. She could hear their bodies slap together and smell the odor of sweat and sex.

"Cum for me. Let me feel you cum against me. Cum...NOW!" he almost shouted.

She fought to keep her eyes open. As she 'climbed his pole' she could feel her cunt contract. Her toes curled and her balled fists beat against him. Her eyes closed to slits as her face, screwed up as the passion of the moment, washed over her. But her eyes never left his. She launched up and held herself quivering against him for several seconds. Then down and back up to contract her whole body against him. Three times more she dug her feet into the bed until she collapsed, eyes still pried open, and lungs about to burst. His cock head was still wedged in her opening, and he could feel the after shocks hit every few seconds.

"My God," was her only comment when she could finally speak.

He let go of her head and rested on his elbows. She could feel his warm breath in her ear. "You belong to me now," it was a statement. He could feel her nipples graze his chest and he moved himself around to stimulate them, and found it pleasurable for him as well. When her breathing had returned to normal, he pushed himself all the way in and moved his hips in circles against her. A moan was her only answer. He pulled out all the way and worked just the head in and out of her swollen lips, her knees splayed far apart on the bed.

"I don't know if I can, Sir. I am so sensitive down there right now."

"Shhhhh," she heard softly in her ear as she felt her nipples pulled up and down as he moved up and down over her.

The slow, easy pace made her relax. She knew he hadn't cum yet, but she knew he was always more in control of himself than she was. He kept at that measured pace for a couple of minutes, bottoming in her and pulling back until he was completely outside her, then waiting for a couple of seconds before reentering. She could feel a stirring in her again and her hips began moving against his entry. Feeling her response, he increased the rhythm slightly.

"Sir, I..."

"Shhhh. Just let it happen."

He twisted his fingers in her hair, and used the leverage to pull her down onto his thrusts. Her knees had come up off the bed, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him into her. They could hear the other breathing and she reached up and found his nipples with her fingers. She could feel hers brush against her hands as he pushed into her, and she pinched his hard, knowing that it was the way he would want it. His moan told her she was right, and she pinched even harder. He responded by increasing the speed of his thrusts. A guttural sound came from his throat and a mindless ferocity came over him. Rebecca pulled up hard with her legs, her thighs shaking again and twisted the nipples she had commandeered.

"You will cum for me my slut. You will cum hard," he said through his teeth. "I want to feel you cum around my cock. Milk the cum out of my balls."

"Yes, Sir, I am almost there. You feel soooo good." Then, "Aieeeeeee," her voice went up several octaves. This time her eyes did close, but he wasn't in any position to see them anyway. She didn't know why she responded to him the way she did, but she became mindless, caring naught but for the pleasure she was giving and receiving. Her cry was the catalyst for his orgasm and he pounded hard into her over and over again. Just as she thought she was finished, another set of spasms would overtake her until she finally collapsed onto the bed and lay unmoving, the living dead. Even then a spasm would hit every half-minute as she lay gasping for air until she begged him to make them stop.

For his part, Kyle lay on top of her, his cock buried to the hilt, the liquid cunt under him blurring the lines between his body and hers. He could not reason, only feel. He buried his face in the dark tresses under him and tried to bring his breathing under control, sensing that she was doing the same. He pulled out and rolled over, giving her a chance to rise and use the bathroom.

When she returned, she knelt by the side of the bed, fingers intertwined behind her head. Remembering words Linda had spoken some days before, she said, "Thank you for letting me cum, Sir."

He motioned for her to come to bed and she took him in her mouth to clean him off. It was an action that seemed almost normal to her now. Then she fell asleep lying across his body with her legs straddling his right one, her head on his chest. It was a sleep she would remember for a long time, the deepest sleep she could remember, and she awoke in the morning surprisingly refreshed and ready for the day. Kyle had already made breakfast. As they ate, Rebecca still naked, she asked, even begged him to leave the padlocks off for John's homecoming. But the look in his eyes told her it was not to be, and after eating, Kyle returned the padlocks and studs to the pierced areas. After some more tears, he kissed her and she dressed before returning home in a quandary wondering how she should proceed when her husband arrived home.

Training Rebecca

Chapter 7

Her Maid’s Had Enough

       Rebecca entered the house after spending the night with Kyle, made coffee, and sat on the couch in the living room pondering her recent fate. She felt alive, not just sexually, but in every way imaginable. It was great sex, she knew that, but was more than that, and touched something deep inside her. She knew she had dark thoughts at times, but usually repressed them unless she was masturbating or having trouble cumming with John. Afterwards, she felt guilty about having them, and was sure she would never want them to happen in real life. She had thought about them less and less over the past couple of years as the pressures of work and John’s frequent absences pushed any form of eroticism out of her mind.

       She could almost feel Kyle’s hands on her and see the look in his eyes that said he could see her hidden thoughts. She shuddered as she thought about his knowledge of her responses, and wondered why other men hadn’t a clue about a woman’s mind. It made him dangerous in the way insanity could take over the mind and make a person lose control.

       She heard Maria enter shortly after from delivering the boys to a friend’s picnic birthday party. The maid went to her room and stripped. Looking into the mirror, pretty dark eyes and curly black hair returned her stare. Her waist wasn’t as slim as it used to be, she sighed, but her breasts, described over and over again by her boyfriend in college as ‘magnificent’, hadn’t developed any sag. Now in her late 20’s, she had been born of wealthy Mexican parents who had sent her to the United States to an elite college. They had suffered ruin when oil prices crashed in ’93, and she had to leave college. Without working papers and no future in Mexico, she had to take anything available to “illegals”, and sought a position as a maid. She gritted her teeth thinking about the cards fate had dealt her. Now at last, Kyle had turned up and given her a way to get even for all the menial jobs she had been assigned by Rebecca. She was starting to understand, and enjoy, the feeling of power he had given her. A tight smile crossed her full lips thinking about the head of her boss buried between her legs. The special glass had changed more than a few things and she wondered, thanks to Mr. Kyle, who was the “boss” now. She shook her hair out, and went into the bathroom for a shower.

       Rebecca went upstairs, opened a dresser drawer and fished out a thin journal hidden between the bottom drawer and the base underneath. No one had ever seen it. She hadn’t written in it for quite some time. Taking it downstairs, she leafed through the pages, smiling as she read her fantasy about being forced to have sex, not with one, but with the entire Board of Directors of a company she depended on for a good share of her business. She had met with the President on a number of occasions, and found his rugged good looks, and forceful personality very erotic. No one would ever know that she came especially hard when she masturbated, thinking about kneeling in front of him with her hands bound behind her back, unable to resist his pleasure.

       She shuddered and felt her lips puffy and moist as she thought about Kyle. If he had only been like other guys with whom she had had affairs—but he was very different and these differences were the very essence of the man. She hadn’t had an orgasm without his permission in a couple of weeks now. It was strange that she was horny all the time, although it had often been weeks between orgasms during the last couple of years and it hadn’t bothered her at all. She considered rubbing on the locks piercing her labia. That, in conjunction with working her erect nipples compliments of the tip less bra, should bring her off now that the piercings weren’t so sore. But something held her back. She didn’t have the butt plug in, so he would have no way of knowing. Still, one part of her brain said the ache between her legs needed immediate attention, while another part said she would be falling into the trap of eroticism laid down by Kyle. She laughed out loud saying she wouldn’t let him take over her mind, but in the same instant, knew deep down with absolute certainty, that he had already.

       She sipped coffee and stared out into space. It was all so confusing. One side of her wanted his attention and the sensory overload he brought into her life. But giving up control was sooo difficult, even scary. She thought about having to beg to be allowed to cum and how humiliating it made her feel. But that thought again sent a charge to her clit and she said, “damn, damn, damn,” aloud as she realized she was close to cumming.

       She had to get control of herself. She would write in her journal later when she was feeling more normal. More normal, that was a laugh, she thought ruefully. She had to figure out a way to keep this from John. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, understand, and the blackmail Kyle held over their heads made her resolve to keep it from him for fear he would do something foolish.

       She leafed through the pages, a rape fantasy, a couple of fantasies with another woman—God, she never in a million years thought that it would ever happen. She could feel the urge to pee, and looked around thinking about sneaking into the bathroom on her own. She knew it was forbidden in the house, but the glass in front of Maria was so humiliating, to say nothing of the strange way Maria was acting about it. HE would never know, would he?

       The ringing of the phone startled her out of her reverie. The voice at the other end resonated in her ear, raising her pulse-rate.

       “Good morning, my slut.”

       She winced at the word. “Good Morning, Sir.”

       “Are you relaxed after the activities of last night?”

       “I am just relaxing now, Sir”

       “Good. Have you exercised yet this morning?”

       “No, Sir.”

       “You must keep your body in excellent shape for me.”

       “Yes, Sir.”

       “Go and do it at once, then await my instructions.”

       “Yes, Sir,” she fidgeted trying to figure out when she could pee.

       “And Rebecca,”

       “Yes, Sir?”

       “You shouldn’t be needing the pecker gag any more. You seem to be doing very well with that part of your training.”

       “Thank you, Sir.” She wasn’t pleased to hear his words of approval, was she? “Sir?”

       “What is it Rebecca?”

       “May I use the bathroom first?”

       “You may seek out Maria. As soon as she’s done with you, go right to the exercise room.”

       “I…Thank you, Sir,” she said with resignation in her voice. “Sir?”

       “Yes, Rebecca.”

       “Will you please consider letting me take off the padlocks when my husband returns?”

       “I will let you know when they can be removed.”

       “Damn, damn, damn,” she said aloud after she hung up the phone. She went in search of Maria, and found her in a short blue skirt, gold blouse, and heels, leaving her room to go out.

       “I need to pee,” she said simply.

       “Tough,” was the response as she brushed past her employer. “Today is my day off, but I have already had to take the boys over to the Sutten’s because you spent the night with your boy friend. Now, I’m leaving.”

       “Excuse me,” she retorted with authority. “I’m speaking to you. You will wait and you will listen to me.”

       Maria hesitated. The habit of several years of servitude overcame her inclination to allow her temper to get the better of her. “Yes?” she responded her jaw set firmly.

       “Get the glass so I can relieve myself.”

       “I’m late for an appointment,” she lied. “I really have to leave now.”

       “No, I HAVE to use the glass first,” she said with more force that she had intended.

       “Then do it yourself,” she spat, turning to leave. “The glass is on my dresser.”

       Rebecca grasped the arm of her maid and spun her around. “You know I can’t do that. My needs come first. You are here to take orders from me,” she said in her best head-of-the-company voice.

       “Then fire me,” she said with fire in her eyes.

       It was like a slap in the face. How would it look to Kyle if that were to happen? “Please, Maria, I’m not having an affair really, he…he makes me do things. Things I don’t want to do. Please don’t make me beg.”

       Maria offered an unladylike expletive, pulled her arm away, then said, “Strip.”

       “What?” she said as Maria headed back toward her bedroom.

       “You heard me. If you have even one piece of clothing on when I come back with the glass, it will slip out of my fingers and break.”

       Rebecca tore off her clothing.

       “Kneel,” was the command when she reappeared, eyeing the naked woman. She grabbed Rebecca’s hands, pulling them behind her back, and slid them through rope cuffs made with soft Japanese rope.

       “What are you doing?” she was wary of what was happening, but complied. Was she, the one who was always in control, becoming used to following orders?

       “Shut up and do as you’re told. Can you do that?” Maria demanded in a tone she had not used since leaving home.

       “Yes.”

       “Yes, what?”

       “Yes, I can do as I’m told.”

       Maria leaned down and clipped a dog leash onto two of the padlocks in her cunt.

       “And what should someone be called who has you on a leash?” she snarled.

       Tears came to Rebecca’s eyes. “I…I don’t know.” She had lost control again and a feeling of humiliation coursed over her. “M...M...Mistress?” she asked.

       “That’s better,” she smiled. “And you had better not forget how to address me.”

       Her boss was mute. “Had you? She asked yanking on the leash.

       “Yes, Mistress,” she choked back the tears as her still sore pussy lips were distended by the pressure on the leash.

       Maria pulled up on the leash and her boss staggered to her feet. She led her through the kitchen and out into the garage.

       “Get in,” she said opening the car door.

       “I can’t go out like this,” Rebecca hissed, “besides Kyle, told me I have to exercise now.”

       “GET IN.”

       Rebecca began to panic. She couldn’t go out like that where she might be seen. She screamed at her tormentor, and heedless of the harm she could cause to herself from the leash, made a dash for the door. Maria let go of the leash and laughed as her prey turned around to try and open the handle from behind. Going through, the leash got caught as the door closed behind her. Rebecca kicked the door open again and pulled it through. She turned, trying to think of where she would be safe. She started for the living room, then changed her mind and headed for the exercise room. As she did so, Maria caught her by the hair and spun her around.

       With her face an inch from that of her employer, Maria spat, “You have pissed me off for the last time. You wake me up in the middle of the night, because YOU have to go wee wee. I do all the menial tasks around the house, including some on what is supposed to be my day off. When was the last time I got a raise?” her voice went up an octave. Her whole demeanor was a total surprise for her boss who cowered before her.

       “I...I…I don’t know.”

       “Never, that’s when.” She grabbed her by the tit and hauled her over to the table, leaving bruises where her fingers had been. “Sit there, and don’t make a sound,” she told the squawking woman as she pulled her down onto a chair.

       She picked up the phone and dialed a number. “Mr. Kyle?” Rebecca heard the rest only in a daze. “This is Maria. I am the maid at Rebecca’s house….You remember that you asked me to hold the glass when she, you know…Yes… She has done nothing but give me a hard time about it….Yes… I was going to punish her, but she refused…Yes, Sir. He would like to speak with you,” she told her victim placing the cordless phone to Rebecca’s ear.

       “I can’t believe what I am hearing…” he started.

       “But Sir…”

       “REBECCA,” his deep voice growled in a menacing tone.

       “Y…Y…Yes, Sir?” she said shaking from the adrenalin rush her anger had brought.

       “Maria has gone out of her way to HELP you. Do you think it is FUN for her to have to hold your toilet while you take a piss?”

       “No, Sir, I suppose not.”

       “From now on, you will do everything you are told by her, as though it was a command from me. What do you do when I ask you to do something?”

       “I obey you, Sir.”

       “Immediately?”

       “Yes, immediately, Sir.”

       “Then I expect you to do the same for Maria. When you are with her, you will obey her. Do you understand me?”

       “Yes, Sir.”

       “Now you will be punished for your childish and disobedient behavior. Tell her now that you regret your disobedience and need to be punished. When she has done this, you will thank her. And, remember to always address her respectfully.”

       Looking at her servant, she got out the words, “I…I n...n…need to be p…p…punished, Mistress,” she could hardly get the words out as tears streamed down her face.

       “Tell her why you need to be punished.”

       “I…I need to be punished because I didn’t obey you,” she told her maid in a shaky voice.

       “If I was there and had to punish you for disobeying me, what would my punishment be like?”

       “It would be very harsh, Sir.”

       “I will check with her afterward. If I don’t consider your punishment severe enough, I will send you for correction to your German friend. Joanna has come home now after her weekend there, and her attitude about things has improved, I can tell you. She is MOST attentive to my every command!”

       Rebecca shivered at the thought.

       “Then tell her what your punishment should be like. And you had better let her know that you expect it to be one that you will not soon forget.”

       Rebecca took a deep breath trying to think of what to say.

       “Go on,” said the voice in her ear as Maria continued to hold the phone for her.

       She looked at the steely eyes of Maria, then turned away, unable to maintain eye contact. “I will need to be punished severely. It should hurt a lot so I will know that my behavior isn’t acceptable, and then I will do my best never to be disobedient again. It…It should be hard enough that I am crying and maybe even screaming at the punishment.” Tears ran down her cheeks.

       “I don’t want to ever have a phone call like this again,” his words were like ice and she could imagine the look in his eyes. “Put her back on the line.”

       “He…He…He wants…to speak with you again,” she said with a sob.

       Maria raised an eyebrow but did not respond.

       Rebecca fought to think of what she had to say. “Mr. Laughton wants to speak with you.”

       Maria raised an eyebrow, but didn’t respond.

       “Mistress.”

       Maria put the phone to her ear and listened, a wicked smile crossing her face. “Yes, Mr. Kyle.” Then she hung up the phone and stared down at her “boss” for a few moments deep in thought. She went to a drawer and came back with a pair of wire cutters. Then, standing on a chair, she removed the light from a hook over the table, and cut the electrical wires with a zzztt. “Up on the table, Slut, face down.” As she spoke, a feeling of power went through her like an electric charge.

       Rebecca felt like she had been slapped in the face at being called a ‘slut’. But she pushed pride aside and hurried to obey, inching herself face-first onto the table without use of her hands. While she was doing that, Maria fetched a couple of pieces of rope from the garage, and another pair of the Japanese cuffs she just happened to have in her room. The cuffs were put on the helpless woman’s ankles. The length of rope was tied to the rope cuffs at Rebecca’s wrists. It was then pulled up and tied to the hook in the ceiling, raising her arms up off the table at an unpleasant angle. The loose end was then was drawn down to the ankles. These were raised, pulling her legs up at a most unnatural angle until her cunt was off the table, effectively hogtying the sniffling, naked, woman, and putting all her weight on her chest.

       Maria, moved to the other end of the table and with a sudden move, pulled hard. The table came apart where the leaf added to the length of the table. She opened it a bit more, and pulled Rebecca forward until her tits fell into the void in the thin metal tabletop.

       “Wha…,” started Rebecca as Maria inched the table closed again, holding it with her hands, and bumping it with her thighs. When the captive woman rocked her body in desperation, she held her down while bumping it again. Rebecca gave a moan of pain, then a yelp at the next bump, and finally a shriek. The maid examined the tits and found them suitably pinned by the table.

       “Do you know why you are being punished?” she asked.

       “Because I was disobedient,” she said, dejection and resignation in her voice.

       “Ask me to punish you, slut.”

       “Please, punish me Mistress, hard but please not too hard. I won’t let anything like this happen again.” Her arms and legs were aching already from being lifted up and she decided she wasn’t going to make things more difficult by refusing to address her servant in a deferential manner.

       Sliding under the table, Maria saw the objects her boss prized so highly, hanging down. The table had closed tightly on the tops of her tits, flattening them, and making their removal impossible without opening the table again. Maria grasped the nearest one and squeezed it with both hands, as its owner gasped. She let her fingers dig in, making marks on it, before moving them to another spot and doing the same. Rebecca was breathing in short gasps, trying to deal with the pain caused by her maid’s fingernails. Her moans and cries of pain brought at smile to Maria. Then, taking the fingers of both hands, she squeezed the breast as hard as she could, and listened to the wail above her with satisfaction. When she had sensitized the one breast enough, she went to the other and repeated the process.

       Sliding out again, Maria went to a drawer, took out a wooden spoon, and returned to her position under the table. She grabbed a nipple along with its gold piercing, and pulled down as hard as she could, distending the tit. A cry of pain was her reward, and she smiled as she brought the spoon sharply against the smooth tit flesh, then again, and yet again.

       “I am sorry for my actions,” Rebecca sniveled when a pause in the punishment allowed her to catch her breath.

       “When I’m done, you will wish Mr. Kyle had come over to punish you, instead of me,” was the response. “I spend every day taking care of your dirty laundry and dusting your dirty house. And what thanks do I get? When I grew up, I had a maid that did such things in our house. But at least we told her how much we appreciated her and gave her raises. Now it’s your turn to pay for what I haven’t gotten the past couple of years.”

       “I am going to give you a substantial raise, just as soon as John comes home,” she tried to bargain. But her offer was ignored.

       Maria moved around the breast, hitting every part as the shrieking and sobbing continued above her. If she didn’t yell loud enough, she would hit the same spot again, harder than before. The second time always seemed to satisfy her with the ear-piercing cry and the way her bound ‘boss’ twisted and danced as she pulled on the ropes. Finally, she let go of the nipple and directed her final two smacks in an upswing, aiming for the piercing , and smiling at the cry of pain, which she heard from above.

       Maria surfaced and looked down at the figure collapsed into the tabletop. There was no struggle now, only resignation on the tear-streaked face. “How are WE feeling today?” she asked jovially. When no response came, she raised her arm high over her head and hit the ass cheek nearby with the wooden spoon. The tear-filled eyes popped open and focused on her as a red circle decorated her backside. “I said, how are WE feeling today?”

       The corporate executive continued to snivel, but said through her tears, “I have learned my lesson, Mistress. Really I have. Please, no more punishment. I beg you. Please. Please. Please.”

       “Unfortunately, I have only done one side. But you can ask me to finish the other so you can get up,” she said cruelly, “or I can leave you here for a while and come back and do it later. Of course I might not be in a very good mood then having lost more of my day off to you.”

       Rebecca groaned. Her left tit was so sore, it would take days before she could even think to wear the tip less bra. It was much, much worse than the piercing. Her arms were being pulled out of the sockets and her legs and back were stiff and sore. And, she still needed to pee.

       “P…p…please, M…M…Mistress, finish my punishment,” she finally forced herself to say.

       “As you wish.”

       Maria slid back down. The pressure of the table was shutting off some of the blood flow to her tits, she noted, and they were beginning to turn a dark red. With that observation, she began her treatment of the second breast. She noted details, like the way it flattened as the spoon hit it, trying to pull the nipple out of her grasp. It turned white the first second of the strike, followed by a circle of red. The underside of the breast always got louder responses from its recipient than the top. When she had put a hard blow directly into the nipple, and received a suitable response, she stopped. Her arms were tired anyway. She slid back out from under the table.

       “What will you do for me, SLUT?” she asked fingering the anus the helpless woman was unable to protect.

       “Anything you ask, Mistress,” was the response from the sobbing woman.

       “Anything?” her finger slid in and out.

       Rebecca took a deep breath trying to compose herself. She just needed to get out of this in any way she could. She would promise anything now, but she would get even if it was the last thing she did. “Yes, Mistress.”

       “You are not just saying that because of your present predicament?”

       “No, Mistress. I will obey you. Anything. Anything you ask me to do, I’ll do. You just name it and I…I’ll do it.”

       “You will suck me off anytime I want, like the cunt sucker you are?”

       “Yes. Mistress. I will, Mistress.”

       “Anytime? Not just when you need to pee?”

       “Whenever you want, Mistress.” Rebecca felt the finger in her backside move in and out with long strokes.

        “And tongue my ass?”

       “If you ask me to, I…I suppose so, yes, Mistress.” Was there nothing to which she wouldn’t stoop?

       “You will also suck off my friends. They don’t get it as often as they would like from their boyfriends. And it would be rad for me to show them my cunt-sucking slave, don’t you think?”

       “Please, no, not that, Mistress.” Why was her calm, pliable maid becoming such a bitch?

       “Just as I thought. You promise you’ll do anything I ask, but it’s just so much shit.”

       “No, no, I really mean it.”

       “Then you will do it?”

       “If I have to, yes, Mistress.”

       “Do what?”

       “ I…I’ll also suck off your friends if you want, Mistress.”

       “And anyone else I tell you to? It might also be nice to bring a guy around for some coochie.”

       “Yes, Yes. I have told you I will obey you, Mistress.”

       “You will offer them sex in any way I tell you to?”

       “Yes, Mistress,” said the miserable woman.

       “Tell me what you will offer to the men or women I chose?”

       “I will suck off their pussies and use my mouth, pussy, or ass for the men, as you wish Mistress.”

       “Your cunt, you mean. All you have is a cunt. Ladies have pussies. You are a slut, so you have a cunt.”

       “Yes, my cunt, Mistress.”

       “Why will you obey me, slut?”

       “I…I…I don’t know. Because I have to. Because Kyle has ordered me to obey you.” She began to cry again at the unfairness of her helpless situation.

       Maria took her finger out of the asshole she had been fingering. She held it in front of her employer’s mouth, letting the aroma permeate the air around her nostrils. “Suck it,” was her order. With disgust, the mouth was dutifully opened and the stained finger inserted. Rebecca retched at the gamy taste of the finger, but made sure it was clean before being removed.

       Maria reached down and ran her finger over the slit, fingering the padlocks as she did so. Her finger was wet and sticky just from touching the padlocks. “You are turned on by this, aren’t you slut?” she said holding the finger in front of Rebecca’s face.

       Rebecca closed her eyes in shame. How could this possibly turn her on? This wasn’t erotic. This was horrible.

       “You don’t know if you’re turned on?” Maria said sarcastically. “Maybe your tits need a little bit more persuasion to make you more responsive?” she bent down to get under the table.

       “No, no, no, please, Mistress. Yes, Yes, I am turned on. I want to cum badly, but I can’t since the locks… you know. Is that what you wanted to hear?” she broke into sobs once again at the depravity to which she had been reduced. “I am horny and I need to cum. And I really need to pee. Are you happy now?”

       Untying the rope holding her hands and feet, Maria let the aching woman down and took off the ankle cuffs.

But she left the table as it was, pinioning a pair of aching red tits between the leaves.

       Maria skinned off her panties, saying, “Let’s see if you are really willing to obey.” She mounted the table, knees either side of the outstretched body in front of her, still holding the wooden spoon, opening her legs to straddle her bosses head.

       “Your feeble attempts at sucking cunt before were pitiable. I’ll see if the incentive I’ve just given you helps any. If not, I will just slide back under the table until you are ready to service me the way I expect of a good cunt-sucker.”

       So that’s what she had been reduced to, a good cunt-sucker. She was the person who could make any of her employees quake, who could fire any of them at will, who was respected for her power and knowledge in the business world. Rebecca lifted her head at an awkward angle to get at the offered bush. The odor of Maria’s arousal filled her nostrils.

       “No, no, I will lick your pussy like you want, Mistress. I will suck it so well you will cum very hard. There won’t be a need for any more punishment, I promise you. But I will be able to do a better job if you let me out of here.”

       Maria laughed, “Your tits, you mean?”

       “Yes, Mistress.”

       “I like them right where they are. If you impress me, I’ll consider letting them out. If not, I’ll leave you here and the boys can let you out when they come home. Now get busy, and I don’t want to have to remind you to keep sucking for all you’re worth until I tell you I’m finished.”

       As a signal to begin, she leaned forward and brought the wooden spoon down on the helpless woman’s ass with all her might, then she leaned back to luxuriate in the sensations she knew would come. Rebecca had started to open her mouth to begin, but the pain of the spoon caused her to scream. As the pain had died, she went to work as never before on the proffered bush. Her tongue made contact with her puckered asshole first. She swirled her tongue around it over and over before pushing it inside. Maria’s moan told her that she was succeeding in her task. Then she moved up to the perineum for half a minute before going back down where she started. Next was her vagina. She sucked the juices it was secreting as her tongue worked feverously over the lips on either side. Finally, she stuck her tongue in as far as it would go and moved it around in circles.

       Maria had leaned back, her hands resting on the table behind her. She let her knees fall outward, opening herself up even further to Rebecca’s ravenous tongue. Her eyes were fixed on the head in front of her. She wanted this moment to last forever, and grinned to herself as she watched the frenetic way her ‘boss’ was eating her out. The ‘education’ she had provided had done its work, she decided. Sex didn’t get any better than this.

       Rebecca had reached the clit in question. Her neck was killing her, but her breasts were hurting like hell and she was determined to offer no reason for any further discipline. She arched her neck painfully, pulling on the skin held captive by the table top, and sucked the little bud in with all her might, chewing at the same time. Her tongue flicked over and over the blood engorged nubbin as she held it between her teeth. Maria had been aroused from the punishment she had administered so it wasn’t going to take very long for her to cum. But she wanted Rebecca to work for it, and held back as much as she could. She could feel the mouth on her and thought how nice “sucking cunt” was, at least for the recipient. She lifted her ass and ground her cunt into the mouth servicing her, pushing against her lips and lifting the head already bent at an uncomfortable angle.

       Rebecca’s moan was the only response, that is, aside from the slurping sound that hadn’t abated since she had started. Her senses were filled with the taste and smell of pussy. It was surprising that the scent didn’t turn her off as she always had thought it would. Maria’s ass cheeks began to contract as the pleasurable sensations brought her close, so close.

       “Suck me good, slut,” she commanded, “Don’t even think of stopping, or I’ll put 10 pound weights on your nipple clips.” Her language degenerated from there, in her passion screaming out in Spanish. She called her employer every filthy name she could think of as her climax hit like a ten-ton truck. Her heels dug into the back in front of her and her legs pulled the sucking mouth even tighter onto her. She was resting on her hands and she could feel her arms shake. Her mouth opened and a high-pitched shriek reverberated off the walls of the kitchen. Then she shook as the contractions washed over her in the best orgasm she had ever had. As she came down, her clit moved into hyperdrive and she was forced to pull back from any more stimulation. She sat for a minute, then struggled off the table and collapsed on the floor, waiting for her breath to return to some semblance of calm.

       When she found her voice, she demanded, “So that is what it takes for you to suck my cunt decently- a good tit beating?”

       Rebecca had twisted her head trying to get the kinks out of her neck after which it came to rest on the table. Raising her head again she said,  “No, Mistress. I have learned my lesson. I will not need any further reminders.”

       Maria struggled to her feet and pulled the table apart, freeing the pressed breasts that had become engorged and purple. She pulled two clothespins out of a drawer and planted them on Rebecca’s sensitized nipples just in front of the piercings on the sniffling woman. A satisfying yelp was the response. “This is to help you remember.” Then the cuffs were taken off her ankles.

       She sat down on a kitchen chair. “Let’s give you some relief. Get your glass.”

       Rebecca’s body was stiff and sore, but she moved as quickly as possible and grasped it carefully with the hands still tied behind her back. She handed her the glass, turned, and moved quickly over it, opening her legs and squatting slightly. Then she allowed her muscles to relax slightly and waited for the command. “Go,” she heard and strained to start the flow as quickly as possible. Despite needing to pee so badly, Rebecca had a problem getting the flow started.

       “Pee you slut!” said Maria pulling hard on the leash.

       When the first liquid trickled out and spattered against the side of the glass, she heard, “Stop.” She pulled hard on the muscles that do those sort of things, and the sound of her urine hitting the glass was heard no more. Ten seconds later, “Go”.

       Maria worked her kegels on and off until two or three inches of pee sat in the glass. Rising, she dumped it into the sink and rinsed out the glass. “That’s it for now. I’ll let you go more later, if your obedience is as Mr. Kyle expects it to be.”

       Rebecca gulped. She had only begun to relieve the pressure from the coffee when she was forced to stop. But she made herself say, “Thank you, Mistress.”

       With that, the maid wiped her with a napkin and led her out into the garage.

Training Rebecca Chapter 8

       Maria had finished disciplining her boss and the feeling was like a drug induced high. Now that she had a taste of power, she knew at once that she wanted more. She led a protesting Rebecca out into the garage by the leash attached to 2 of her padlocks, opened the car door and sat the resigned woman down on the car seat. Naked, Rebecca leaned back on her arms and felt the leather upholstery on her flesh, while Maria put on her seat belt. The servant girl lifted the leash and pushed the end into Rebecca’s mouth with a command not to drop it. She then slid into the driver’s seat, pushed the garage remote, and backed out of the drive. Rebecca scooched down as far as she could in the seat, hoping to avoid detection from any neighbors looking their way.

       “SIT UP,” Maria ordered grabbing the clothespin nearest her and pulling up as she squeezed. A high pitched squeal left Rebecca’s throat as she raised back up, sitting higher this time than before. She could feel the heat rising in her chest and face and she closed her eyes hoping that it was all a nightmare and would soon end. She sat that way for several minutes until a horn honked next to her. They had stopped at a light and 4 kids in a convertible laughed and pointed at her. The convertible drove next to them for the next mile, stopping occasionally at traffic lights to their delight. They traveled through the city until Maria pulled into an adult store. As the boys parked next to them, Maria said, “Open your legs as wide as they will go and keep them open, or I will take you inside and let them use you.”

       “Yeff Miftreff,” she said through the leash with tears streaming down her face. She opened her knees and lowered her head hoping her hair would cover much of her face as Maria got out of the car.

       “You may look at my slave, but not touch her,” she told the boys.

       They moved from the side window to the front and back commenting on everything. Her nipple piercings and clothes pins. The padlocks and the leash. Her fabulous body and how red and blotchy her tits were. Tears began to fall from her cheeks as the feeling of humiliation and utter powerlessness hit her. Her thighs and pussy muscles quivered as she held her legs open while needing to pee and wanting to curl up in a ball.

       Maria returned and spoke with the boys before getting into the car. “There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Maria asked sitting down in the voice she would use with a child. “They said you held yourself open for them like a good girl,” she said unbuckling her charges seatbelt and taking hold of the leash in her right hand. “Now let’s give them something to remember us by, shall we?”

       She pulled up steadily on the leash with her right hand and Rebecca pushed down on her feet, lifting her cunt as the padlocks stretched her tender flesh. Finally when her ass was a good 6 inches off the seat, Maria stopped lifting. The boys, fighting for position at the front windshield could see straight into her hairless pussy.

       “Keep those legs wide apart,” her tormentor said as she slapped her cunt with the leash end in her left hand. Then she released the pressure and let the sobbing woman return to her seat. The boys groaned, figuring that the show was over. She was buckled in and the leash end returned to Rebecca’s mouth.

       “Bye, Boys. Maybe another day we can visit longer,” Maria called out of her open window as they sped off.

       They headed north, leaving the boys looking after them. “I have learned my leffon, Miftreff,” Rebecca said hopefully. “Can we please go home now?”

       “We have one more stop to make, my dear,” was the syrupy reply.

       The drive through the city seemed to take forever and Rebecca never stopped praying to whatever gods there be that no one she knew would see her. Stoplights seemed to be the worst, although Maria slowed way down for a right turn and drew the attention of the astonished crowd waiting to cross.

       Finally they pulled up at a park and Maria got out with her purse and the bag she had acquired at the adult novelty store. Opening the passenger door, she took the wet leash from a grateful mouth and helped her reluctant charge out of the car.

       “Damn, you fucking slut,” Maria almost shouted pointing to the seat. It was covered with slime, to Rebecca’s shame. Rebecca’s head was pushed toward it, and, after shaking her head at her own weakness, she stuck out her tongue getting the edges of the mess first before licking up the center portion. Tasting herself no longer made her sick she was surprised to find. Matter of fact, she felt her clit jump. Rebecca looked around as she was led on to the grass, and was relieved to find no one else in sight.

       “Down,” was the stern command and the executive felt first one knee, then the other sink into the grass. “Today I am going to go for a little walk with my doggie. My doggie will not speak until I give her permission to do so. If she wishes to say something, she may bark once for ‘yes, Mistress’ and twice for ‘no, Mistress’. Is that clear, my Bitch?”

       The stunned dog finally got out a strangled yip.

       “Good. Now every dog has a tail. Do you have one?”

       Two slightly stronger yips was the reply.

       “That is right. It is a problem we will have to fix.” Maria pulled a short leather whip out of her bag. It contained a leather bound handle with a dozen or 15 leather strips on it. “You can beg to lubricate the handle with your mouth or I can put it in your ass neat.”

       ‘O God’, thought Rebecca. “Aarf,” she said and stuck out her tongue.

       “Good bitch.”

       The handle was lowered and Rebecca tried to lick and drip saliva all over every inch of the handle. The taste and smell of leather filled her senses. It was big and not as smooth as the butt plug she had worn.

       “OK, get your face in the grass,” she was given a kick. Rebecca fell sideways and then struggled to her knees again, the ever-present clothespins digging into her nipples. “Knees as far apart as they will go. Farther, you bitch,” she swung the whip in her hand at the proffered ass and noticed a satisfying ‘schlick’ as it hit. Rebecca wobbled back and forth until her knees were opened a little more, hoping it would satisfy the budding dominatrix. Maria pulled an ass cheek apart as far as it would go with one hand while pushing against her asshole with the whip handle. “Relax, bitch.” She shoved harder and the anal sphincter opened for the intruder. Her time with Stephan came flooding back as she let out a howl. “Damn, but it hurt her ass. Maria pushed the whip handle in and out until with a last push, the entire handle disappeared to the tune of a high pitched-scream, leaving only the leather strips hanging out for a tail and her boss’s hands clenching and unclenching in the rope cuffs above it.

       She took off the cuffs and placed them in the bag. The long leash was pulled forward until it pulled tight against the padlocks and the middle placed between the teeth of the doggie. “Now we go for a walk.”

       Rebecca rubbed her wrists and her maid gave the leash a jerk. She bit down so it would pull at her mouth rather than at her pussy. The going was awkward on hands and knees and she struggled to keep up. Ahead a couple was walking toward them. Rebecca lowered her head hoping her hair would cover her face.

       “Look at that,” the man whispered loudly to his partner.

       “I can’t believe people actually do things like that, and in public,” was the reply.

       “Would you like to pet my doggie?” Maria asked them as they passed.

       “Well…I….”

       “NO,” his companion retorted, stomping off, fingernails from both of her hands digging into his arm. She whispered furiously in his ear, but he turned frequently to watch the tail swaying back and forth between a sweet pair of ass cheeks as the doggie was led on.

       Rebecca could feel the tears coming again, and fought them back. She felt a trickle of urine escape and tightened her muscles. A mother and a couple of kids could be seen ahead, and Maria led her quickly into the bushes at the side where they waited for them to pass. Moving on, they came to a park bench. As her charge knelt on the ground, Maria stooped and put a rope cuff on one wrist, pulled it around her back, pulled back the other one and slid it on. Now she was completely helpless again. Maria took the leash from her doggie’s mouth and threaded the leash down through the legs of her dog, to the side of ‘its’ tail, and up her back to the side of her head. Then she sat down and pulled on the leash. Rebecca came forward, hobbling on her knees.

       “You know what I want. And it had better be the best cunt-sucking you have ever done in your life,” Maria growled lifting her skirt to reveal her dark-haired pussy, sans panties. Rebecca tried to balance on her knees as she leaned forward. She was not about to give the slightest reason for further punishment. As her tongue touched her clit, Maria pulled on the leash, the pain as the padlocks were pulled causing Rebecca to mash her mouth on the offered slit. “Ah, that’s better,” she said as the wet tongue hit just the right spot. She could get use to having a bitch around to relieve the tension, she thought dropping the skirt on the black hair in front of her. She got into the rhythm she wanted by alternately pulling and relaxing the leash, and she slid forward on the seat, kicked off her shoes, and put her feet up on the naked back to afford better access.

       Soon they heard voices approaching. Rebecca moved to pull back, but her dominatrix pulled hard on the leash causing her to gasp in pain. She went back to her task listening as much as she could with the skirt over her head. They were probably seniors in high school, walking hand-in-hand. They stopped in astonishment as soon as they saw the bench. Maria laughed as they stood shocked and unmoving.

       “Come on over and see my bitch work.”

       He started forward, dragging his girlfriend behind him.

       “Has he ever done that to do?” she asked the young girl, who stared wide-eyed.

       After a pause for the question to register, the answer was just a shake of the head.

       “Can we touch her?” he asked.

       “Of course,” Maria pulled her thoughts away from the tongue-lashing she was receiving. “She was hoping you would.”

       “Look there are clothespins on her…on her, you know,” the boy told his girlfriend, “and they have things through them. She must be a real whore.”

       Maria reached into the bag and pulled out a package. Tearing it open she handed it to the boy. “Here put these weights through the holes on the clothespins. They have been on so long she doesn’t feel them anymore.”

       Rebecca moaned as he moved the right one while putting on the weight. As he lowered it, he let it hang free and watched it sway back and forth as Rebecca responded to rhythm of the leash. He held out the other one and said, “Here Beth, put this one on.” Beth stepped around, pulled the clothespin down to a muffled gasp, and snapped on the weight. Unlike her boyfriend, she just let it fall, and Rebecca let out a shriek, partially muffled by the muff in her mouth.

       “Did I hurt her?” Beth asked fearfully.

       “Of course. But she enjoys it.”

       The boy was running his hand over the curve of the offered ass and reached under the tail. “She has something on her pussy,” he announced. “That’s what the leash is attached to.” Beth went to investigate as Rebecca shook in humiliation wishing that something, anything, would happen to end this torment. They whispered about the locks that closed her cunt. “Does this mean she can’t have sex, or anything?” Beth asked timidly.

       “Is that what it means bitch,” she said giving the leash a yank.

       Rebecca, who had been listening to all this gave an “Arff,” in response.

       “She says, ‘yes’. Two barks by my bitch means ‘no’. “Spread your legs, so they can see what a slut’s cunt looks like!” she commanded sharply.

       “What choice did she have? she asked herself. Her “pet” did as she was told moving first one knee of a shapely leg outward, then the other, both her bladder and ass feeling very full as she moved around the handle of the whip stuck in her ass. She never missed a beat though as she pushed against the hairy twat and tongued the clit before her, trying to get her off and end the humiliation.

       “She is a grown woman but doesn’t have any hair on her cunny,” Beth whispered as they peered underneath. “But she is starting to drip between the edges of her slit. Can she pee like that?” she asked Maria.

       “Yes, but it just leaks about the edges when she is closed up like that.” Directing her gaze downward, she said crossly, “Are you leaking piss when you haven’t been given permission?”

       A muffled “Aarf, aarf,” was the response.

       “She needs to pee very badly, I know. Just run you finger through it and see if it IS piss. If it is, she will wish she had never been born.”

       Beth scrunched up her nose at the prospect, but reached under and touched Rebecca between the padlocks. The droplet of thick ooze came off in a strand. “It’s pussy juice,” she announced in awe as Rebecca felt a wave of shame wash over her.

       “It isn’t surprising,” Maria opined with venom in her voice, “she just loves what I do to her. But, she has been a bad doggie today, so I brought her here to be punished. Would you like to help?”

       They looked at each other and nodded.

       The new dominatrix reached into her bag to tricks, and pulled out a paddle. “She has been slacking since you arrived, so this will focus her attention,” she told them, her mouth curved up into a tight smile. Handing it to the girl who was closest, she said, “I think 20 should do it, but if I haven’t cum by then, we’ll go for another 20.”

       Beth passed the leather paddle to her boyfriend saying, “Here Tommy, you do the first 10, then I’ll take over.”

       Rebecca licked faster and pushed her tongue hard into the hairy twat, determined not to get the second 20, and Maria, feeling it, steeled herself to keep from cumming. She grinned, damn it was erotic to have her “boss” in her control. She enjoyed bringing the snooty bitch down to earth.

       As Tommy moved into position to the side of the kneeling woman’s ass, Beth shyly said, “Can I watch her…you know?”

       “Kneel down,” said Maria, lifting the blue skirt to reveal a face partially covered by locks of hair. The mouth moved up and down the opened slit as her mistress pulled and relaxed the tension on the leash.

       “Wow, she is beautiful,” said Beth as she watched the tongue move feverously. “How does it feel?”

       “Much better than when you use your fingers,” she smiled and watched the girl blush.

       “Now?” asked Tommy.

       “Yes. But you’ll have to hit hard, or she won’t even feel it with the clothespins on and all.”

       Rebecca just wanted to get through this moment of hell. She braced herself for it and heard the slap it made on her rump. The pain was bad, but she had survived much worse in the past couple of weeks.

       “Harder, you have to do it harder,” Maria told the boy.

       Beth had reached under and was running her fingers over the right breast. She felt the gold piercing and was running her fingers over the pinched nipple just as Tommy hit the other cheek. A groan came from Rebecca, but whether or not it was from the paddle or the fingers on her nipple, no one, least of Rebecca could tell. “Two.”

       “Nah. The first couple are for practice anyway,” Maria said feeling like she wasn’t going to be able to hold back for 20. “Now we start for real.”

       Tommy took aim and hit harder. The slap from the paddle was followed by a moan from its recipient and him announcing “One”. Beth ran her hands over the breasts pulled down by the weights and began squeezing them in turn, starting from the base and working her way to the nipples. “God they hurt,” thought Rebecca shaking in pain as the girl pushed on bruises from her previous punishment.

       “Two,” Tommy reported as the second one it home. He could see a little tinge of pink building where he had hit.

       Slap. “Three.” Beth had both hands on the tit nearest her and was milking the sore appendage for all she was worth.

       Slap. “Four.” A little brighter pink, he noted.

       Slap! “Five.” Rebecca let out a shriek as Beth clamped down on the breast she was kneading, but kept licking as fast as she could. She wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

       Slap! “Six.” SLAP. “Seven.” Beth moved to the other side where she could get a better purchase on the left tit.

       SLAP! “Eight.” Beth was squeezing this one, watching for a reaction.

       SLAP! “Nine.” She squeezed harder. A squeal escaped from the mouth plastered on the quivering cunt.

       SLAP!! “Ten,” was his final stroke. He examined the ass, which had turned a lovely shade of red at his ministrations, and Maria bit her lip to keep from cumming.

       Beth and Tom switched places. He watched in awe as the tiring tongue flicked among the mass of moistened cunt hair, now visible with the skirt pulled up to Maria’s waist. Guys joked about using their mouth “down there” but he had never seriously thought about doing it. Beth looked at the red her boyfriend had produced in the ass cheeks cheeks, took aim, and let loose with the paddle.

       CRACK!! It was much louder than any of Tommy’s. Rebecca’s eyes were as round as saucers as a scream left her throat around the pussy filling her mouth. CRACK!! A second one immediately followed, harder still on the other side while Rebecca was still screaming from the first one.

       “Those were my warm-up ones,” she announced to no one in particular with a smile. Beth reached down and flicked the two padlocks back and forth that were not attached to the leash. A drop of cunt juice dripped onto the back of her hand.

       “Eeuuu,” she said pulling it out and showing it to Maria.

       “Nasty slut,” she huffed on the verge of an orgasm. She pulled back the head between her thighs by the hair and thrust Beth’s hand forward. “Lick it off,” she commanded. Her head lowered in shame, Rebecca did as she was ordered, tasting herself on the young girl’s hand. Why couldn’t she stop the feelings of nasty eroticism that made her want to cum so badly she would do almost anything for it? This was sick. She shouldn’t be turned on from it.

       Then the head was pulled back into the waiting cunt. She could feel the engorged lips against her as she sucked the big clit into her mouth and began to hum.

       SPLACK!! Rebecca’s face was driven further into the cunt she was worshiping by the force of the paddle. “Aioomp,” came involuntarily from Rebecca. “One,” Beth announced.

       SPLACK!! “Aieee,” was heard around the clit. “Two.”

       “Oh don’t be such a big baby,” Maria said looking down in disgust. “She is only a girl.”

       SPLACK!! SPLACK!! Rebecca’s eyes bulged. Gurgling noises came from her throat, but she didn’t let the clit slip from her mouth. She HAD to bring off Maria, and do it soon! She just couldn’t do another 20 of these. “Three… Four.” Beth ran her fingers over the beat red ass, rubbing the leash that was pulling the human vibrator forward into a cunt beginning to spasm.

       SPLACK!!!! SPLACK!!!! SPLACK!!!! SPLACK!!!! A high-pitched scream came from Rebecca’s nose as the four were landed in quick succession. “Five, six, seven, eight.” Wait, slow down, Rebecca thought, I HAVE to get her off. She chewed the clit, sucking on it and lashing it with her tongue as fast as she could.

       “Now, hit her now. Hard,” Maria ordered breathlessly. She grabbed fistfuls of the black tresses and pulled Rebecca’s head tight against herself. She arched her back and started to cum.

       SPLACK!!!!!! SPLACK!!!!!! Rebecca’s wail was drowned out by that of Maria cumming on her mouth. “Again, hit her again,” she commanded in a hoarse voice pulling even harder on hair Rebecca thought was going to be pulled out of her head. The strong thighs squeezed her and she felt lightheaded.

       SPLACK!!!!!! SPLACK!!!!!! The paddle landed twice more, the hardest ones yet. “Nine and ten,” said Beth watching intently the maid’s contortion in the throes of orgasm.

       Maria slowly relaxed her hold on Rebecca’s hair and pulled her head back. Then after several seconds, she pulled her forward for a lick, then back off, then forward again, as she came down from a mid-blowing orgasm.

       Now that the ordeal was over, she noticed that her full bladder was causing her insides to cramp. “Please, Mistress. I have learned my lesson. May we go home now so I can pee?”

       Maria’s eyes narrowed. “That’s no way for a dog to act.” As her doggie hung her head, Maria asked, “Do you want to see how IT pees?”

       “Yea,” they both agreed.

       “Aarf, aarf,” the doggie put in its two cents.

       “That’s two to one,” Maria laughed. “STAY!”

       Maria raised the head of her submissive by the hair, then grabbed the clothespin on the right nipple and lifted it viscously. Rebecca gave an “aawk” at the pain it caused, and struggled without the use of her hands to get to her feet.

       “Look!” Beth said in wonder. It’s Mrs. Dunbar! I’ve seen her at school functions. I’m there on a scholarship, so she and her friends who pay FULL tuition look down on my parents and me. Well she isn’t so snooty now. Wait until I tell the others!”

       Rebecca shrieked as panic overtook her. She turned to Maria and yelled, “Now look what you’ve done.” She turned to run, but Maria tripped her and she fell to the ground. She rolled there, hands bound behind her, out of her mind, helplessly shouting profanities. Straddling her chest, her tormentor slapped her hard, first on one cheek, and then on the other, over and over until she collapsed sobbing. When Maria stood up, she curled into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably, unable even to speak.

       “There, there, pet,” said Maria is a voice dripping with sarcasm, as she brushed the hair back from her face. “Help me get the slut over there,” she said pointing to two trees growing close together. They helped carry her over to the trees indicated. Then they stood her up. Maria produced THE glass, and a key. The padlocks were removed one by one and placed in Maria’s purse as her ‘slut’ watched with tear-stained cheeks. Then a hand was removed from the rope cuffs and it was reinserted after being pulled back in front of her. Everyone seemed to have the key to her padlocks, except her.

       “Stop your sniveling now. Pull your cunt lips apart and show these nice kids how you take a piss. Then I’ll let you go.”

       Rebecca shivered. What more could she do to humiliate her? How could she keep this girl quiet about what she had seen? Refusing to pee this way was an option, but she was in pain and she knew she would disgrace herself very soon if she didn’t. She slid her feet outward, one by one, and reached her tied hands downward to pull herself open. The kids knelt at the sides and watched as Maria held the glass a few inches below the hanging pussy lips.

       “Go,” ordered Maria after a few seconds had passed. Rebecca in her agony couldn’t worry about the audience. She let herself relax and pushed to get the urine stream going. Just as the first few drops hit the bottom of the glass, Maria yelled, “STOP”. The kids watched as Rebecca worked to stop the flow, still holding herself open for them to see. Her tormentor started and stopped her, adding to her embarrassment and keeping her on edge. When she was finally finished, the glass was full to the brim. Maria took it and threw the contents in a bush nearby.

       Returning, she said, “Lay down.” Rebecca complied. One cuff was taken off and her arms were stretched over her head around the smaller of the two tree trunks standing close to one another. The other hand was placed into the cuff and tightened around the tree. She was turned and moved so her crotch was almost against the trunk of the other, larger tree. Her left leg was lifted and placed on the other side of the tree. The outside of her legs almost touched the ground as her ankles were pulled in, around the tree. The other set of rope cuffs were then attached. Maria took out a small blue bottle she had been given by the man in the adult store. She pulled back the clit hood and placed two drops of peppermint oil on her clit. Then she put a couple of drops on her fingers and rubbed them on her puckered asshole surrounding her “tail”.

       Nothing happened for a minute. Maria bent down and blew onto the clit. Rebecca’s eyes popped open. “Nooo,” she said. “NOOO,” louder. She squirmed, testing the bonds that held her. “Make it stop,” she said as the heat built. “Please, Mistress, please!”

       “You will beg to eat Beth’s cunt.”

       “No, I couldn’t, she is only a girl, please Mistress!!” she said raising her voice.

       “I am 18,” said Beth in a huff.

       “You’re getting loud. That’s going to bring more visitors to witness your humiliation. Is that what you want?”

       Rebecca’s silence made her continue, “Anyone that comes our way will have to cum in your mouth before they leave. Tom, tickle her feet.”

       “What? Noooo, please not that!” She pulled at her bonds as Tom knelt on the other side of the tree and ran his fingers up both wiggling, but trapped, feet. She could move her feet slightly back and forth, but that wasn’t really a deterrent to his talented fingers.

       “Nooo, oooo, pleeease, ahahah. I’m sooo ticklish there. Stop! Ahahahah.”

       Seeing the effect, Beth ran her fingernails down the helpless woman’s armpits, over the swell of her breasts, and down her sides until she could run her fingernails lightly between the creases where her legs met her body. The weights hung down on either side of her body and pulled the clothespins to the side. They had only hurt for a little while, and then become numb. Now they started to throb. Rebecca twisted, trying to get away from the tickling sensations that came from different parts of her body, and felt the tree bark dig into her open thighs as she tried to move her feet away from the torment. Maria added her touch on the inner thighs, leaving the bound woman laughing and jerking at the sensations.

       This continued for five minutes, when Maria called a halt. The panting woman had sweat pouring off her body. Her clit was on fire as the peppermint was at its peak, though it would last for another 20 minutes or so.

       “Are you ready to suck Beth off, now, my little fuck slut?” She was amazed at her own audacity. She had never spoken to anyone as she did with her “boss”.

       When Rebecca didn’t answer immediately, she pulled out the bottle and told Tom to continue.

       “No, please. I’ll do it. No more. I can’t take any more.”

       “Not much change of heart. ‘I’ll do it’,” Maria mocked. They laughed at her imitation.

       “I WANT to suck her cunt. I really do. I’ll tongue her good. I’ll make her first time memorable.”

       “It still isn’t good enough,” Maria said pulling back the clit hood and applying another drop or peppermint oil as her helpless victim squirmed on the ground. “I think she is just trying to get out of the tickling. I don’t think she wants to tongue you at all.”

       “I DO, I DO! I want to suck her clit into my mouth and tongue her to an awesome orgasm. I want to fuck her pussy with my tongue.”

       “Maybe you are serious. We’ll see,” Maria responded.

       Beth looked around in embarrassment to make sure no other passersby were in their area. Then she pushed modesty aside and pulled off her shorts, revealing a huge wet spot in her knickers. Her cunt was sparsely covered with fine blond hair. She knelt, straddling Rebecca’s head, offering her cunt its first taste of tongue.

       “Oooh, aaah,” Beth put her hands on the tree in front of her as her “slut” went to work. Her eyes narrowed. “She isn’t working hard enough, though.”

       Tom renewed his attack on her feet, but stroked them only a couple of times with a 15 or 20 second gap in between, partially distracting the bound woman. Maria took up her whip. “Not performing satisfactorily, you cunt-eating bitch?” She brought it down on the open cunt flesh in front of her. She mainly hit the tree at the beginning, but her accuracy soon improved along with the strength of her blows.

       Rebecca was in a daze. She had been recognized and was shamed like never before. Her life was ruined. That was overshadowed by the fingers on her ticklish feet, the taste and smell of the cunt forced into her mouth, and now the sharp pain from the blows of the whip. Maria pulled back the clit hood and let another drop fall onto her clit. It would accentuate the blows from the whip.

       Rebecca was going into overload. The oil began to really smart now. A constant growl came from around the blond pussy curls.

       “She is beginning to do better now,” said Beth bouncing up and down on the reluctant mouth. “Keep it up.”

       Tom moved behind his girlfriend and slid his hands up inside the front of her shirt. Finding braless nipples begging for attention, he rubbed and pinched them.

       It was sensory overload and she felt herself erupt. “OOOOH, AAAAH, I’m cuuummmming.”

       She grabbed the small tree with both hands, grinding her cunt hard onto Rebecca’s mouth. Her head was thrown back, mouth open, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Pinch them. Pinch them hard!” she demanded of Tommy. The tendons in her thighs were taut, her back arching into the hands that squeezed her aching tits. She tried to keep her voice down, hoping no one would hear them and investigate. But the thought that someone just might do that made her cum all the harder. Damn, but a tongue on her clit was good! She shook through one orgasm and into another before pulling away, her legs still quivering, and looked down at the juice-covered face beneath her. And Rebecca’s head and neck were reddened by the activity.

       As Beth’s orgasm subsided, Rebecca felt herself relax, realizing how close she had come to cumming. She shook her head. She couldn’t put it down to being without sex for a while since Kyle had taken her just last night. It wasn’t possible that she could get off on being subjugated by someone else, was it?

       “You’ll get another turn later,” Maria told the girl who turned and lay on the ground catching her breath. “Now we’ll let Tom have a turn at her mouth.”

       “Do her good, Tommy. Drive it all the way in. Make her choke on it for the way she has treated us.”

       Tom took off his pants. His cock was already hard and evidence that it had been dripping was in his underpants. He knelt. Rebecca raised her head to take him deeper. She was on familiar ground now, and had found she both liked to suck cock, and was good at it.

       Maria raised the whip and it cracked against already sensitized flesh between her legs. “Mpff,” was the response from around the cock. Rebecca was so close to cumming. Another few times with the whip and she would cum. But as she felt his precum on her tongue she remembered that it was forbidden without permission. For a fleeting second, she toyed with the idea that she could cum without them knowing about it. But she knew that wouldn’t happen. And she knew that Kyle would be very disappointed in her and would treat such an indiscretion most severely. She sucked harder on Tommy and held her head up as he pushed in and out.

       SCHLACK, went the whip. SCHLACK! SCHLACK! Then he was cumming in her mouth. He had been storing it for the last hour and it was all she could do at that angle to choke it all down. She cleaned off his cock when he had finished, and turned to the maid who controlled her.

       “Please, Mistress,” she hated herself for asking. “Please may I cum?” she was squeezing her eyes shut as though the thought of asking was more than she could bear.

       “OK, she said smugly, “Go ahead.”

       Rebecca waited a minute for something to happen to her, but Maria and the kids just looked on with interest. “Bu…bu…but I can’t,” she said after trying to squeeze and relax her cunt muscles for a minute to make it happen. “I need help.”

       “I may let you cum on my little whip….” Maria couldn’t believe she was actually saying the words.

       Rebecca was desperate. Maria knelt down and ran a finger over the clit a couple of times. Rebecca moaned, her hips rose against the finger, but she knew she wouldn’t be allowed to cum this way. It was such pleasurable agony.

       “As you wish, Mistress.”

       “It’s not what I wish. What do you wish, slut?”

       Rebecca knew she had to say the words. She tried to mouth them without success. Finally desperation made her say, “Please whip my cunt, Mistress.”

       “Do you want me to make it hurt?”

       “Yes, Mistress. Whip it hard. Make it hurt, please Mistress.” She couldn’t believe the words that came from her mouth. This wasn’t her—it must be someone else.

       Maria nodded and turned to Beth. “You deserve another go at her mouth. She can have her orgasm when she feels you cum in her mouth, but not a second before.”

       Beth got back in the saddle and Maria struck the cunt with her whip, harder now than before. Rebecca was close, so close--she worked feverously at the clit in her mouth. She couldn’t let herself cum before this girl did. Her heels dug into the ground and she raised her cunt, almost as an offering to the whip. The pain began to recede, replaced with, she didn’t know what. She was floating; all of her attention was focused on the quim that was beginning to spasm in her mouth. The whip came down faster now, on flesh burning red. Beth reached back and grabbed both clothespins on tender nipples and squeezed hard, pulling them up and away from her body.

       Rebecca’s scream drove her over the edge and her scream mingled with that coming from the mouth working on her cunt. It also set off Rebecca’s orgasm, as she left the plateau where she had been floating, her body shaking with the intensity of an unbelievable orgasm. In a distance she could hear someone yelling, as her cunt, opened wide, ass off the ground, accepted the sting of the whip on her overheated clit. She stopped yelling, her eyes bulging, she held her breath through the first one. Then her body shaking, she gasped through a second. Beth got off and Maria stopped whipping the reddened cunt, but the orgasms kept cumming.

       “Make it stop,” Rebecca pleaded as they removed the clothespins from her nipples and she shook through yet another orgasm. Her legs cramped painfully as she arched her cunt into the air. I’ve lost myself. How have I given up so much of my control? This was her last thought as darkness overcame her and her body collapsed on the ground.

Training Rebecca Part 9

Rebecca was startled from her sleep by…well she didn’t know just what. She shook the sleep from her head and listened intently. Her eyes scanned the room lit only by the incoming moonlight until she focused on the form at the end of the bed. Then she slipped from the bed and knelt on the floor, taking up position #1 and making sure to present her breasts as required. She was still amazed at her reaction, obeying him without even thinking, yet her obedience grated as she felt her sense of independence slipping. She could feel her body responding to his presence, even as she cursed herself for that response. She could have feigned sleep, she thought, instead of the humiliation of kneeling before him.

“Hello Rebecca,” the deep voice finally intoned.

“Hello, Sir,” she replied, a quiver in her voice at his unexpected presence.

“I see you survived your day with Maria.”

“Please don’t ever let that happen again, Sir. You have no idea what she made me do,” the words tumbled out of her without thought. “It was horrible. And how am I going to put that bitch back into her place?” she spat. “She’ll never respect me now that...”

“REBECCA!!” his voice was sharp.

“But Sir….”

He glared at her for a moment. “Will you question my judgment?”

“I…I…Of course, not, Sir,” her voice lost the edge it had moments ago and took on a more submissive tone.

He chuckled. “Stand and let me look at you.” He turned on a pencil flashlight and aimed it at her breasts. They were mottled and bruised. He touched them gingerly and she flinched, the pain intense even with his tenderness.

“You will not disobey Maria again, I imagine?”

“I…she…no, Sir,” she didn’t know what else to say.

He guided her to the bed and turned on a small lamp next to the bed. Then he undid her special locks and took them out. She was starting to leak.

“You haven’t been trying to masturbate, have you? You look very wet.”

“No, Sir,” she said a little flustered. Damn! Why couldn’t she control herself any more. And HE always seemed to know.

“You look a little sore for that.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“So you aren’t horny anymore?”

“I…I….” Her voice softened. “I’m always horny, it seems,” she said ruefully, knowing that he was already aware of her condition. “I haven’t thought about sex much the last few years,” her voice trailed off. “Now I think about it all day, and some of the night too, if my dreams are any indication. It’s a blessing and a curse at the same time.” She sat thoughtfully in silence for a minute, feeling strange that she should volunteer something so personal. “Sir…?”

“Yes, Rebecca.”

“Please don’t leave me,” she couldn’t believe the words actually spilled from her mouth. It was like hearing it from someone else.

“Why? I thought you wanted to get rid of me?”

She sat thoughtfully for a long minute. “I don’t understand it myself, although I get the impression that you do.” She glanced upward into his eyes and knew she spoke the truth.” I can’t accept the way you forced me into a form of slavery. I do know that I have cum harder than I ever thought possible since you entered my life. But even more than the orgasms is the raw eroticism that permeates all aspects of my relationship with you-indeed all parts of my life now. Even though you try and hide it, I have the feeling that you care for me. You are too in tune with needs deep inside me for it to be otherwise.”

He pondered what she was finally admitting to him and, more importantly, to herself. “I will be here for a long while yet.” He smiled, “But now, I have an itch that needs scratching,” and he rolled on the bed and pulled her on top of himself. As she straddled him, she noted that he was already semi-hard and he filled her nostrils with his scent. He obviously wasn’t interested in foreplay. She reached under and held him straight up with her hand and sat on him. As before, he filled her opening, and she could swear she could feel every crevice in the head…every vein. She moved up and down slowly, stroking him deeper inch by inch. When she felt him bottom out, she held him there for a minute and then giving him rhythmic squeezes with her PC muscles, felt him grow in response.

Kyle looked at her body in the soft light from the bedside lamp and smiled with satisfaction. His cock was ensheathed in liquid silk. It was time to carry things a bit further. “Make love to my cock,” he ordered softly. With a devilish smile, Rebecca moved very slowly, up and down for a few strokes, then stopped and pivoted her pelvis forward and backward like a Latin dancer while keeping pressure on him for several more, and finally grinding her hips in a circular motion. It was meant to tease him, but the contact with her clit left her panting instead. She knew he had a lot of self-control and wanted more than anything to make him lose it. Her pussy was tender, but not too sore anymore, and it made the contact delicious as she rubbed against his pubic hair. He looked into her determined eyes, then down to her breasts. She followed his glance. They swayed with the gentle motion as she moved back to riding up and down on him, and she was thankful the pain-killers she had taken during the day dulled the pain.

“Faster,” he growled.

“Am I not making you hard, Sir,” she smiled sweetly.

“If you wish, I can set the pace with your tits,” an evil look crossed his eyes and his hands reached for them.

“No, Sir,” she squalked, picking up the pace. “That won’t be necessary. Just let me know how you like it.” But she smiled to herself glad that she could get a reaction out of him.

The faster movement soon brought her up body to a boil and she clawed at the sheets in her hands and bit her lip to keep from cumming. She threw her hair back and squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on holding back. Kyle appreciated the way it made her breasts jut out farther and ran the back of his hand lightly over her sore nipples.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” was the expected response. “Please, Sir. Please, I beg of you.” When he didn’t say anything, she continued, “Have mercy, Sir. I’m sooooo close,” her thighs were shaking. He relaxed and held back, making her work for it and wanting to see her fight the desire to cum.

“Harder. Fuck me harder.” She obliged, slamming her pelvis into him. Tears of frustration leaked from the corners of her eyes as she tried with almost superhuman effort not to cum. She wanted him to be proud of her, and she didn’t want the discipline she knew would come from a disobedient cum. When he was ready, he grabbed her hips and drove her down onto him with fury, his seed boiling from deep within and spurting to mix with her juices.

When he had finished, he held her down on him for a minute, then rolled her over, balancing on his elbows. She was still shaking and panting like a track star after a race, the effects of her arousal evident on her neck and chest. After pulling out, he told her to raise her hips and reached for a tampon he had in his pants pocket. He slipped it in her and withdrew the applicator sealing his cum inside. “You will keep that in until I decide otherwise,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” catching her breath but still shaking.

“You haven’t cum?” it was really a statement.

“No, Sir. You…I didn’t have permission,” there was fire in her eyes.

“You have done well. I enjoyed watching you squirm a little.” She blushed, hating how he made her feel, yet attracted to it at the same time, like a moth to a flame. “You may bring yourself off if you’re that horny.”

“I…thank you, Sir.” What did he mean if she wanted to? “Are you ordering me to cum for you, Sir?” she asked, her right hand moving above her pussy as if of its own accord.

“No, Rebecca. You may masturbate yourself to orgasm if you are so horny you can’t help yourself.”

She considered her desperate need and the fact that the padlocks were off. She knew he had seen her cum many times before, but always because of an order from him. “No, Sir. I don’t need to cum now, thank you.” Her shaking hand came to rest at her side.

He smiled to himself, “As you wish, Rebecca.”

He stretched out beside her and pulled her into the crook of his arm, noting her gasp as her breasts connected with him. She settled in as the night before with her leg thrown over his and her head on his chest. The thought crossed her mind that if she just rubbed herself on his leg….

“Why didn’t you bring yourself off when you had the chance?” he asked into her hair, “or maybe I don’t arouse you at this late hour?”

“Huh” she said poking him. I’m dripping all over my sheets wanting to cum so bad. Maybe I can still get him to bring me off, she thought to herself. “You don’t care, you’ve already gotten your rocks off.”

He shrugged. “You could have brought yourself off.”

“Yes, I know. But now that I can, it doesn’t seem right,” she toyed with the hair on his chest. “I don’t understand it myself. I know that all my life, men would do my bidding. They wanted sex with me badly enough that they would do whatever I asked of them. But looking back, it was never enough, me being in control. With you, I’m never in control.” She lifted herself on her elbow and looked at him. “I know you’ve touched a sexual part of me I could only dream about, but I would never have tried on my own. No one would ever willingly give up that part of them so deep inside. Yet you never made me feel like a freak for responding the way I have.”

“So you don’t want to go back to the way you were before?”

She thought for a minute. “As scary as it is being out of control, I could never go back. Normal sex pales by comparison. When you took away my ability to have orgasms whenever I wanted them, I thought you were a brute, intent on making my life hell. And there have been agonizing moments when you took me way out of my comfort zone,” they both smiled, “but I found out that there is a kind of freedom in giving up control. Does that sound bizarre?”

“We are all walking contradictions,” he looked into her dark eyes. “Society wouldn’t understand what you are feeling, and certainly wouldn’t understand your definition of freedom.” She felt as though he could see her very soul and shivered before turning and laying back down on him.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Rebecca?”

“What will happen tomorrow when John, my husband, comes home?”

“He will see a beautiful wife, waiting for him at the airport.”

“I know that. Since I have your padlocks on, you will control if and when I have sex with him. But somehow I don’t think I could do it anyway without your permission. I’m scared of what will happen when he finds out.”

“We will have to play it by ear. You are innovative and can make up excuses as the need arises. And he is gone quite a bit of the time, I think. But at any rate, now you belong to me.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He pulled the covers over them both before nodding off to sleep. For her part, Rebecca wasn’t able to sleep. She could feel her puffy lips aching down below and the urge to clit off was almost overpowering. She could smell his scent as she lay in the crook of his arm and the odor of their lovemaking still hung in the air. Damn him, she said over and over in her mind, fighting against the hold he had over her. Unable to relax that part of herself demanding attention, she lay sprawled across him, feeling him relax but unable to go back to sleep herself.

Just as rosy-fingered dawn reared its head, Kyle felt himself drawn back into the world. The form next to him was motionless, hair splayed across shoulder and onto his chest. He moved, pulling her tighter into him and smelling her hair as she shifted looking up into his eyes.

“The morning beacons,” he announced.

“Yes, Sir. May I pee, Sir? Please not with Maria-- I’ll do it for you, Sir if you want.”

“Very well. Get a glass from the bathroom.”

She did as he requested, then stood with legs wide apart and held her lips open while he pushed the glass between her legs. She waited patiently for him, gravity working its magic on her stored up water. “You’re all puffy there,” it was really a statement of the obvious. “You may go,” he told her. She tried to let go, but it just wouldn’t come. She didn’t want to make him angry with her inability to follow his orders. She took a deep breath, tried to relax, and pushed. The pent up pressure was finally released and she shivered as the golden liquid gushed out. She filled the glass in no time, and the last few drops dripped onto the piss-filled glass. She took a Kleenex from the nightstand and dabbed at her crotch.

“Let me look at you from the back.” He directed her to kneel on the bed with ass held high in the air. “She did a number on your backside as well.” He scratched his fingernails down the darkened spots on her ass, eliciting a moan from its owner. “Open yourself up for me.” Rebecca reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart to reveal the intricacies of the work of the master craftsman in creating human beauty. Kyle slipped his finger into her mouth then applied the liquid to her puckered hole, rubbing around and around the rim. Her moan sounded louder, but she maintained her grip on her cheeks.

Moving around, he knelt beside her on the bed. “Get me wet,” he said. She pushed herself up on her hands and began to lick him starting at the base. She could taste both of them on his cock and couldn’t figure out why it didn’t make her gag. Pushing with her tongue on the underside of his cock, she made him bob up and down, the smell of sex pungent in her nostrils. The motion made him grow and when he stretched out straight, she was able to lick him underneath from top to bottom. She drooled spit on the length of him and took the head into her mouth. Holding the crown lightly in her teeth, she ran her tongue into his pee slit over and over, then around the head. He was rock hard now and she wanted to see if she could make him cum. She went in halfway until it hit the back of her throat and bobbed up and down. Then she held it in there and alternately sucked in hard and releasing the pressure. Now that she knew she had his attention, she pushed herself all the way down on him and held it there holding her breath. Her throat muscles spasmed around him, but she was able to control it so she didn’t gag too much.

He pulled out of her saying, “Ass up in the air again with cheeks spread for me.”

“Yes, Master,” she said without thinking.

As she reached back to comply, he grabbed a fistful of hair. She was wide-eyed as he jerked her head up to look at him. “Did I give you permission to call me Master?” he said gruffly.

“No, Sir.”

“That is a special word indicating a special relationship. You haven’t earned the right to call me that.” He softened, “Perhaps if you continue to progress….”

“I….Thank you, Sir,” she felt confused and embarrassed at her mistake.

“Now prepare yourself for me.”

She pulled herself apart with the right side of her face mashed into the bed. He picked up some lube from the bedside table and moved into position behind her, inserting the tube and applying the lotion. As she felt him push against her, she relaxed and pushed back against him. He pushed past the sphincter and held it there basking in the glorious feeling of being in the ass of such a beautiful woman.

“Nothing like having an ass deep wake-up call.”

“You feel yummy,” she said pushing against him, taking him deeper into her. “Sir,” she added almost forgetting.

“Are you sure you never had your husband sticking his pole in here?” he asked sliding a little farther before pulling back.

“Never, Sir. It seemed so…so nasty,” he pushed in a little further, “and painful. He asked, even begged, but I would never let him try.”

“Yet here you are taking it up the ass and liking it,” he started a slow, steady rhythm.

“I would never have believed it, Sir,” she said clutching down on her sphincter and smiling as he grunted. “But that’s true about a lot of things the past couple of weeks.”

Rebecca relaxed on her elbows, hands either side of her head, and luxuriated in the feelings of the moment. She found if she didn’t move her breasts didn’t ache too much—moving them across the bed sheets was hell, as was laying on them in any way. She closed her eyes and felt his power as he gripped her hips and held her in place for his use. Maybe he would allow her to cum this time, she thought hopefully. It would take away the knot in her lower stomach.

Kyle looked down the length of the well-formed body below him with satisfaction. His gaze settled on the rim of her anus, which was pushed in and pulled out with the motion of his cock. Things were going well. He was enjoying the fruits of her training, but it would be difficult for her when John came home. He tightened his grip on her and pushed in more forcefully, feeling his cock bottom out. The thud pushed her forward and she moaned in pain as her tits were forced forward into the mattress. Fortunately the eroticism of what he was doing dulled the pain, and pain and pleasure were held in the balance until the pleasure won. She could feel her engorged cunt lips split open, hanging down as her knees splayed outward. Please let me cum this time, she prayed silently. Her hand itched to slip under and stroke her clit, but she fought the urge. Please, God, she prayed again as the bed rocked and she slid forward and back with his thrusts. He was so big now; she knew he was close. She didn’t want to beg again after the last time. The humiliation of having to ask for permission to orgasm swept over her like an avalanche leaving her weak and panting.

“Sir?”

“No!” The shock went straight to her cunt which spasmed on the verge or orgasm. She clenched her fists, the urge to scream out at him so strong.

“Please, Sir?” she was begging now she knew and she hated it. “I don’t think I can…”

“NO!” She felt his legs tense up against hers and pull her hard against him. His breathing was ragged as he slowed and, with great lunges, emptied himself into her. She was panting, trying with every fiber of her being to keep from cumming. He heard her growl in her anguish, imploring him. She could feel his cock contract again and again with each forceful stroke until he stopped and held himself fully impaled for several seconds and finally relaxed.

Rebecca was crying now, as quietly as possible, but long sobs wracked her body. Kyle pulled out of her and wiped with a Kleenex pulled from the bed stand before reaching into his pants pocket, and pushing the butt plug he found there, home. He pushed her over onto her back and she turned her head and covered her face with her hands.

“You may clit off if you’re horny,” he said looking down at her, an inscrutable expression on his face.

“That’s…that’s not what I want,” she said through her tears, “I want you.”

“Yes, I know you do,” his voice suddenly quiet. He lay on his hip and looked down into her eyes. “Give me your hands.” He intertwined the fingers of his right hand with both of hers and raised them over her head, his weight resting on his side and the hairs on his chest just grazing the curve of her tender breast on that side. “You’ve done very well tonight and have pleased me.” She didn’t understand where this was going. Frowning, she looked up into his eyes, the tears now forgotten. “You now understand that I know you better than you do yourself. I know how close you were to cumming and how hard you had to fight yourself to keep from doing so. I understand how your clit throbs right now, how your cunt aches for my cock. You are fighting now not to reach down and rub your clit, even though it would embarrass you to do it in front of me. Yet even that humiliation would add to your arousal.” He could feel her fingers dig into his as he spoke, her questioning eyes locked on his, knowing that what he said was true. Why did he torment her so, why did she want him more than any other man she had ever met?

“Who owns your cunt?”

Rebecca looked up into his eyes wondering where this was going. “You do, Sir.”

“And your ass?”

“You do, Sir.”

“What else do I own?”

“My breasts, Sir, and of course my mouth.”

“Is that all?”

She thought back to the events of the past weeks, of the various ways she had surrendered parts of herself to him. “You control the way I dress, Sir.”

“Yes?”

“…and the way I present myself for your pleasure.”

Who controls your orgasms?”

“You do, Sir.”

“When will you have an orgasm?”

She shivered, and said in a husky voice, “When you give me permission, Sir.”

“Bring your heels up to your cunt.” When she complied, he continued, “now let your knees fall to the side.” He moved his legs so her left knee would have room on the bed. She could sense her wet lips peeling apart, feeling very open as the cool air hit, the bottoms of her feet touching just below her ass.

“What will you do for me, Rebecca?” her eyes were locked on his.

“I…I will do anything you say, Sir, you know that.”

“Anything?” She nodded.

“No matter how difficult?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said with so much feeling she surprised herself.

He squeezed her hands. “CUM! CUM FOR ME NOW! CUM HARD!” She couldn’t tell exactly how it happened but the muscles on her thighs tightened, her ass cheeks began to rhymically contract, and she could feel her clit throbbing as though out of control.

“Sir…”

“OBEY ME, REBECCA! CUM!” he commanded sternly.

“I…” she couldn’t look away from his eyes, “I…aaaaaaaaammmmm, Sir,” came out between clenched teeth. She began to writhe on the bed like a woman possessed; her eyes had a wild look like an animal in agony, then her eyes broke contact and her head rolled back and forth. Her ass-cheeks contracted and she could feel her vagina go into spasms, begging to be filled. “Ahhhhhhhh,” she was trying to keep her voice under control. “Thank you, Sir, Thank you, Sir,” she hissed over and over as the orgasm washed over her, every muscle in her body contracting, building, each wave higher than the previous one. Her fingers dug into his hand, arm muscles taunt as a stretched bow as she lifted her pelvis, imagining herself fucking him, meeting him in mid-air as he stroked into her, her joined feet pushing up off the bed, shaking through the cum he had ordered, pushing higher and higher with every spasm.

Kyle watched in silence, a tightness about the mouth, knowing that it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, or probably ever would see.

When she finally came down, she collapsed into the bed, eyes closed, trying to catch her breath and shaking from the intensity of the long delayed eruption. He looked down at her, a smile on the corner of his mouth and realized that he had become erect from the erotic sight he had witnessed. The fingers finally relaxed in his hands and her body went limp.

He lay and looked down on her. She spoke after a minute; her eyes focused again and looked up at him. “Sir, I…”

“No, Rebecca, not Sir. You may call me Master, now.”

She looked up at him in amazement, the import of his words sinking in. “Thank you, Master,” she said softly, almost reverently, shocked that just saying the word made her clit contract again in orgasm. She knew what had happened was unimaginable, unbelievable. It was the stuff of fantasy. Yet here she was at the end of an orgasm that left her shaking, her clit swollen and aching for more. Was there no end to what this man could do? Try as she could, she was unable to harbor any resentment in his domination of her, at least not at this moment. He pulled her on top of him, and she lifted herself to keep her breasts from pressing on him. The result was that just her nipples grazed the hair on his chest and sent a wave all the way to her clit. Who would have thought she had just climaxed? She felt his hardness on her leg and smiled with satisfaction at the knowledge that she had been the catalyst.

“What thoughts are you harboring?” he asked looking up into her eyes.

“Just wondering how you are going to get through the day with that sticking out of your pants,” her eyes twinkled as she rose up higher and looked down his body. She took hold of him and squeezed a few times.

“Bitch,” he said swatting her ass playfully, his voice gone deep and throaty. “I ought to make you pay for doing that, but I have a busy day scheduled, as do you.” They lay like that for a few minutes, each feeling the heat and smelling the scent from the other.

He reached for the padlocks and reinserted them. Rebecca sat up and wiggled uncomfortably as the thick base on the plug pushed hard against her sphincter.

Sir…Master, it hurts. Couldn’t we use a different one?”

“It will do. I want you conscious of me all day today.”

“How could I be otherwise, Master?”

There was only reverence in her voice when she used THE word, he noted with satisfaction. He rose, offered her his cock for cleaning, and dressed without speaking. Then to her amazement, he kissed her, a long and fierce kiss, his tongue searching the depths of her soul. It was over all too soon and the door closed softly behind him, leaving her weak and panting. Damn, he made her feel like a school-girl. She sat with her arms around her knees and thought about him for a long while. Then she returned to reality, and began thinking about how she would keep this from John.

Rebecca Ch. 10

       Rebecca looked at herself in the mirror and didn't even know the woman who returned her stare. The nipple studs oozed eroticism, but the padlocks bespoke something smoldering underneath. Her breasts were mottled black and blue and she felt the remnants of Maria's discipline when they so much as swayed.

       She breakfasted with the boys in her robe, then dressed to meet her husband. She wanted to look attractive but had to wear a couple of layers of clothing so she wouldn’t be too obvious since wearing a bra was out of the question. She sighed, wishing the nipple studs didn’t show against her bandeau so. The boys were excited to see their father. She had mixed feelings though, and a shiver went down her spine. A sense of foreboding, which had nagged at the back of her mind, now surfaced as the time to leave approached.

       Before she knew what had happened, they were at the airport and she and the boys were smiling and waving at John as he appeared. He hugged her and the boys and they headed for home after retrieving his luggage. Everyone had something to say as they sat to a late lunch prepared by Maria, and John spent time afterwards in the boys’ rooms catching up with what he had missed. Rebecca’s mind was filled with thoughts of the past couple of weeks and the sea-change it had meant for her. She had a hard time remembering what she had been before that time. She held off as long as possible then went to find relief from Maria. The maid seemed a little pissed at having to do it, but held the glass as Rebecca, humiliation washing over her, began to pee.

       “Stop,” the command startled Rebecca out of her reverie. She struggled to comply, knowing that her maid was only following orders, like she was. At least she assumed that was the case. But it still galled her, nonetheless.

       “Piss poor muscle control today, I see,” she smiled at her own joke. “I'll have to make a note for Mr. Kyle.”

       Rebecca ground her teeth in anger, but didn't dare let it show. Maria made her start and stop 10 times to “work the underused sex muscles”, as she called them.

       The family spent the evening together. John regaled them with stories of his travels. His wife didn't have much to tell about their weeks apart, although she had taken quite a journey all her own. The boys were excited about the end of the school year. Their talk about school brought back memories of her sons' schoolmates she had met in the park. She shivered at the thought, and hoped Maria was right when she said they would keep quiet about their adventures with her. It wasn't like teenagers to keep something like that to themselves. She couldn't imagine what would happen if word of it got out among the school community. But the whole incident was so bizarre, even in retrospect, she didn't think anyone would believe it without Maria's confirmation. Maria. There was another puzzle. She couldn't understand the change in her behavior from the maid she had once known.

       That night, Rebecca changed in the bathroom and came to bed wearing a long flannel nightgown. She had put adhesive tape over the studs in her nipples to cover them up and moved carefully so the padlocks wouldn't click together. John had already stripped and frowned from the bed as he saw her. He reached for her as she slipped under the covers, sliding inside his reach as he tried to caress a breast.

       “It’s that time of the month, sorry,” she told him. “I know it's been a long time for this but it will have to wait.” The lie came easier than she thought it would. She had gotten good at excuses and after all, this mess was a result of him trying to avoid paying taxes. “It’s so good to have you home again, Hon.” She kissed him and rolled over to go to sleep. John’s day had started very early in Europe, but he lay awake for a while, puzzling at the lack of his usual reception, before finally dozing off.

       The morning found Rebecca up early. She hesitated, deciding whether she could take the humiliation, then went in search of Maria, did her daily exercises, and ate breakfast. She pulled clothes from her walk-in closet and went into the bathroom to shower, locking the door. There she examined her sore breasts as the water cascaded over her and decided it would be many days yet before the telltale signs of her beating were gone. She shivered as she remembered it, and knew she would do anything rather than go through that agony again. A few minutes later, John tried the door, and finding it locked, knocked on it. She heard him, but ignored his knocking. Minutes later she emerged, dried and semi-dressed to find him sitting on the bed.

       “You have never locked the door before,” he frowned. “What gives?”

       “I...I started doing it when you were gone. Maria came in with towels unexpectedly one day and I didn’t like my privacy invaded,” she lied. “What do you have on for today?” she said changing the subject.        “Contacts to make here in the U.S. mostly.” She finished dressing and put on her face for the day as he talked.

       “Your new look suits you,” her secretary said as she came into the office. “The guys around the company have all commented on it.”

       “Oh?” She stiffened.

       “And, if you don't mind me saying it, you seem somehow happier.”

       She relaxed, “Thank you, Mrs. Davis”.

       Rebecca’s morning went well in spite of the discomfort of sitting on the bigger butt plug. She felt confident again in her own territory. After what she had faced, she could handle anything. It was almost as though she was finally at ease with who and what she really was. Her secretary came in and reminded her that she had an appointment to meet with Betty in the afternoon. Rebecca frowned andremembered it was Monday. It was her weekly waxing appointment. How her secretary knew she had this meeting was beyond her, but she chose not to ask.

       After a few phone calls and e-mails, she had a meeting with a couple of her executives. Her vice President, Peter, glanced at her appreciatively when he entered her office. She had already seated herself on the chair so she would be following Rule #2 without being obvious when she sat down. As he bent down to shake her hand, she saw his gaze lower to her bra less breast. She looked down following his eyes, and saw that the front of her blazer had sagged open. Her right nipple was pushing against the uncovered blouse, and, of course, standing at attention.

       “Wow,” he stopped and checked himself, his eyes wide, “you look very nice today.” She blushed knowing what he must be thinking. He noticed her short skirt and parted legs and took a seat on the couch directly opposite her. She had always seemed so professional there at the office, but he noticed she only tried to turn her parted legs a little to the left instead of closing them as he smiled across at her. Maybe she wasn't the cold bitch everyone took her for.

       They were soon joined by the Head of Marketing, Jim Thomas, who she vividly remembered from her show at the strip club. She shook her head to clear it. He also sat opposite on the couch, but didn't have a good a view as Peter did. The head of sales, Ed Jones, was last. He shook hands with her and smiled the broad salesman smile. She kept her shoulders back to tighten the blazer across the front as he looked down. He sat in the chair to her left, and she shifted her legs back to the right between the chair and the couch. Their appreciative stares made her blush, but she was pretty sure they couldn’t see all the way up her legs. She pulled herself together and was again in command as the meeting shifted to details of her new initiatives.

       She worked through lunch and 20 minutes before her appointment, left the office and went straight to the beauty shop. There she was taken in the room where she stripped, had the butt plug and locks removed and the wax was applied. The hair removal wasn’t very painful now that there was almost nothing to take off but she definitely had sore spots there from Maria.

       “Your lips are very puffy. You haven’t been diddling yourself, have you?” asked Betty.

       Rebecca could feel the color rise in her chest at the humiliating question. She wanted desperately to ignore the unwanted question, but smiled and said, “No, Dear.” Afterward, the lotion felt good, too good perhaps, as it was rubbed in and her lips pulled together as the locks were reapplied. Her usual butt plug replaced the bigger one and as it beeped, she was thankful for some slight bit of comfort.

       Back at the office, she hiked up her skirt before sitting down as was HIS rule, and went to work with her legs apart. It proved harder to concentrate in the afternoon. She called home and told Maria she would be working late. She did not want to have to face John yet and sat and thought about her “new” life. She had struggled against it, but now, the word “Master” took on a whole different meaning than any she had ever imagined, and made her instantly wet. My God, what will become of me? she asked herself.

       The next days flew by. She avoided contact with John as much as possible and found excuses to go to bed late. This was difficult as John generally went to bed late, and got up similarly. After the first morning, she showered in the downstairs bathroom after exercising. Rebecca had not heard from Kyle in days and jumped whenever the phone rang. The excitement though was still there every time she did something that reflected an order he had given her. His presence permeated her day and it was as though he was a part of every action.

       John, on the other hand, found all this very frustrating. He and his wife had grown apart the past few years, even he had to admit that. He had numerous women waiting in his various ports of call as he traveled, and found the variety and spontaneity to be exciting. But he also valued his family and deep down still loved his wife. He knew their sex life had petered off with his traveling and her work, but sex before he left or when he returned was always a part of their marital ritual. He had tried a couple of time to initiate sex since returning, but had been rebuffed each time.

       Thursday afternoon her secretary buzzed her that she had a call from Mr. Laughlin.

       “Hello, Sir.”

       “Hello, Slut. Are you behaving yourself?”

       “Yes, Master.”

       “You will come here this evening.”

       Her pulse rate quickened, and her voice dropped, “Yes, Master.”

       “Six o'clock sharp.”

       “I will be there, Master.”

       “I would like you to bring something with you, however.”

       There was a sharp intake in hear breath. “Yes, Master?”

       I would like some erotic pictures of you.”

       “You have seen all there is of me, Master,” she said thinking of how she had displayed herself at various times for him.

       “Be that as it may. You will bring still pictures and movies of you. They will be taken in your office. You will ask the photographer to direct your poses to be as erotic as possible. You DO know what I find erotic?”

       “Yes, I think so, Master,” she replied, wondering how she was going to pull this one off.

       “And you may cum twice, but not until you have asked and received permission from the photographer.”

       “My God, Master. Right here in my own office?”

       “Is there a problem?”

       I…No, Master. Yes, Master. I have padlocks….”

       “Oh, yes. Ask Mrs. Davis to give the envelope she has to the photographer. How you arrange it, I don’t care. But I had better be impressed with the results. Ask him for the raw tapes and memory sticks—no editing needed. An hour shoot should do it, I think.”

       Click. She put the receiver down harder than usual, thinking of what the evening would bring, then asked Mrs. Davis to bring in a phone book, and call Maria to tell her she would be home late. The phone book yielded a variety of photographers, a few advertising erotic photo shoots. She concentrated on them first.

       She called “Fantasy Photos” and asked the owner for an erotic shoot. He would do one in his studio next week, but didn't shoot in people's homes, he said. The second asked if it was a lingerie shoot, and declined when she told him it would involve less clothing than that. She blushed when he said he took photography, not pornography. She looked at the clock and saw it was 3:45. She had to hurry to be at Kyle's at 6:00. Her sixth call yielded a hit. He could put together his gear and come right over and take the pictures and movies, but he would charge her $500 on such short notice. She gave him the address and breathed a sigh of relief.

       She alerted Mrs. Davis to his arrival, and told her that she could leave for the day as soon as he arrived.

       Ian MacGregor was a tall, broad, Scotsman, with sideburns clear down to his jawbones. He pulled a suitcase on wheels behind him, carried one case by the handle, and a third was tucked under his arm.

       “Good afternoon, M’dear,” he said striding up to Mrs. Davis. “MacGregor Studios at your service. I have some photographing to do for Mrs. Dunbar.”

       “Mrs. Dunbar is expecting you. And, I am to give you this,” she handed him an envelope.

       “Thank ye, Lass,” he tucked it under his arm noting the strange inscription ‘To Open The Secret Garden’. He nodded toward the office door with raised eyebrows and she waved him in.

       “Mrs. Dunbar?” he asked opening the door.

       “Come in Mr. MacGregor” He put down his cases and sat in the seat she indicated.

       “We will need to get a few things in order, Lassie. This is a most unusual request.” He looked around at the large, plush office, and the be-suited Corporate President staring back at him wondering if he had only imagined her requirements.

       “As I said on the phone, I would like you to take ss...,” she blushed and had a hard time getting the words out, “sexy pictures of me, uh, for a friend.”

       “How sexy? Lingerie? Swimsuit?”

       “Nnnno. Even more sexy than that.”

       “Scandalous sexy, you mean?”

       “Yes, I suppose so.”

       He nodded. “I will set up 3 movie cameras and take stills with my Nikon. Here is my contract. $500 as I said on the phone. You are to get the tapes and memory card when I'm finished. It also absolves me from any sort of suit for sexual harassment. Can't be too careful these days.”

       Rebecca took the offered document, scanned the legalese, and signed it.

       “I suppose you know the poses you want taken,” he said as he busied himself setting up tripods and affixing cameras and lights.

       “No. I'm supposed to leave that up to you.” He popped in a tape, adjusted the image in the viewfinder, and started the camera running. Two cameras were focused on the desk, one from his right and a second just to the left of center, while the third was set way back to the left to take in the whole scene. He picked up his Nikon.

       “Where do you want me?”

       “Tell me about this friend of yours? What sort of photography would he like?” he asked eying her wedding ring.

       “Very erotic.”

       “How erotic?”

       “He will be most displeased if these pictures don't thoroughly excite him. Should I get undressed?” she asked blushing.

       “No. Let's start with you seated at your desk, like it was a typical workday. Slowly unbutton your blazer.” Click. Click. Click. “Now your blouse.” More clicks as she complied thinking it would have been easier to just strip and get it over with. “Lean to the left so your blouse will gap open.” Her nipple, forced out through the front of her tip less bra, was unveiled as she leaned her elbow on the desk. Her nipple studs glinted in the lights as he shot several pics.

       “Now pull your blazer and blouse to the sides of your, uh, to the sides of your bra and pick up a pen and pretend to write a memo.” He clicked pictures as she parted her clothing and began writing. “No, that's no good. Remove your bra, please.” He adjusted the closest video camera for a better angle as she complied. “Wha...What happened?” as he looked at the black and blue breasts the bra had exposed.

       She hesitated, knowing that the cameras were rolling and would pick up her required answer. Her shoulders sagged and she hung her head. “I...I...I was punished,” was all she could get out.

       “Well no matter now Lass.” He tried gallantly to brush it off. “Let's get a view of your delicious legs. Put them up on the desk.”

       She thought to herself, Master is not going to be very happy with just a look at my nips. “In a minute. Let me do my nipples for the camera.” She pinched and rolled them until they were as hard as rocks noting that her nipples weren't the only things hard in the room. She was ashamed that she had to do this in front of a stranger, but still she wanted HIM to be proud of her obedience. Then, pinching as hard as she could, she pulled them out, stretching the tit flesh, trying to keep a smile on her face through the pain.

       “When she released them, he asked, “Now the legs?”

       “Not quite.” she reached into her drawer and pulled out a ruler. He looked on incredulous at first as she hit first one then the other, finally bringing the camera into action again as he came to his senses. The wooden ruler gave a sharp sound as it connected with the studs either side of here nipple that almost drowned out the slap it made on her flesh.

       “Ah, Lassie. I see your friend is a man of refined tastes.” Her nipples were pushed in violently with each stroke of the ruler, only to spring back out reddened, but harder than before.

       Rebecca had been irritated at having to call and set up the appointment, but it had also made her horny thinking about it and waiting for him to arrive. She squirmed in her seat willing the fire in her loins to erupt and give her some much-needed relief.

       “Lean back in your chair wi yer hands behind yer head, blouse open. OK. Legs crossed on the desk.”

       “I'm sorry. I'm not allowed to close my legs.” Would HIS torment of her never end? She swung her legs up on the desk and leaned back with her legs open, knowing he could see everything. He marveled as her stocking tops came into view. Most women these days didn't give a hoot for what they looked like in that part of their anatomy. This one obviously did. At first, he thought she just had jewelry on her bald cunt, but as she pulled up her skirt at his urging, it came into full view. What was that peeking out down below?

       “Beautiful,” was all her could manage at first, clicking off pics right between her legs. “Look up at the ceiling as though you were thinking about your latest deal.” He enjoyed the juxtaposition between the stuffy corporate executive and the wanton woman he now saw beneath her exterior.

       “Let's keep the locks on for now. You can take them off in a few minutes.”

       “I...I'm sorry. I don't have the key for them.”

       “Yer all locked up and can't open them? Yer kidding?”

       “No.” Her countenance fell.

       “Yer husband...”

       Damn, she wanted to fudge it but this was going on the camera for HIM to see. “He doesn't have the key either.” Shame rushed over causing her to shiver.

       “Then how...” the question was left hanging. His eyebrows went up as realization set in.

       “My friend said he would take care of it for the shoot, but I don't know how.”

       The answer now obvious, he shut his gaping mouth and moved to continue the shoot. “Reach down and toy with the locks.” His concentration on his work didn't detract from the constriction that had developed in his pants. He was forced to adjust himself for comfort, a move not lost on his model. He picked up a flash and zoomed in as she played with the padlocks. The moisture oozing from her slit was proof positive of the effect this was having on her.

       He decided to play with her a little. He moved the tripod to a position directly in front of her spread legs. Focusing on her bald cunny, he said, “squeeze yer cunt muscles, Lassie. Again. Keep doing it.” A moan escaped from her lips before she could squelch it. Click. Click.

       “And underneath you is?”

       “My butt plug.”

       “I see,” he really didn't. “Pull it out a little for the camera,” he wanted to see what the thing really did look like. She pulled and pushed it as he took a series of pictures.

       “Good. Now a few natural light pictures at the window. Wonderful.” What a natural beauty, he thought, as he snapped away. “Now over to the daven wi ye.”

       “Do you want me to undress?”

       “It is much more sensual with you partially clothed. Just your blazer and blouse off for now.”

       He had her pose sitting on the arm of the leather couch with skirt pulled all the way up, bent over with her skirt around her waist showing her butt plug, and with her foot up on the coffee table. He appreciated the way her breasts swayed as he posed her. “Now put your blouse back on and sit on the couch. There in the right corner.” She sat, pulling up her skirt and he adjusted her blouse to the sides of her breasts framing their perfection. “Mess up your hair a little and raise your right knee.” Ah, that opened her up nicely, he thought. Then as he looked at the padlocks, he remembered the envelope. Retrieving it from his gear, he tore it open. There was a miniature key and a note.

       “I appreciate you helping with Rebecca's training. Only you may take out the padlocks for her pictures. Make sure you take some in the outer office. When you finish, put the locks back in and bring the key to 329 Elmwood Place and I will give you $500 extra for your inconvenience.”

       “Come with me,” he said moving to the door.

       “No, I can't,” her voice went up an octave, panic setting in.

       “It's in the note.”

       “Oh my God,” terror masking her usual beauty.

       “Maybe we don't have to,” concern in his voice.

       She hesitated, that thought appealing. “No we have to, but let's shoot fast.” She pulled the door open a crack and was relieved to find Mrs. Davis had gone for the day. “Where do you want me?”

       “Start in your secretary's chair.” Rebecca pulled up her skirt and sat down, thankful she at least had her skirt and blouse on. “Nice. Stand with your foot on the chair.” She had to pull her skirt up to comply. “Push the chair a little away from you and pull your skirt up to your waist to show your locks and, and the other. Good, now to the front of the desk.” She glanced furtively at the windows either side of the door as she moved. “Sit on the corner with your legs open. Grab your blouse and hold it wide open. Good. Turn and pull up your skirt to the waist. Legs apart. Lean on the desk. Now look back at me and smile. Great. Blouse off.”

       “Is that really necessary?”

       But he continued as though she hadn't interrupted him, “Lean over the desk so your breasts are hanging down.”

       We need to be finished and out of here, her mind shouted as she complied.

       “Now to the file cabinet. Open the top drawer and rest your hand on it.” Rebecca moved quickly, still nude from the waist up, wanting to be out of the office. She kept looking at the windows. “Smile. Almost done. Put your blouse back on and sit in the guest chair there,” he pointed. “Left leg on the arm.” Yes, that opened her up nicely to reveal the locks and the plug. “That's enough here.” Rebecca almost fell as she launched herself out of the chair, heading for the security of her office.

       “Sit back down as before, Lass, and I'll remove the locks.” She resumed her seat on the leather couch. He knelt, took the tiny key and removed one miniature padlock after the other, needing to pinch her outer lips so he could slide each through the fettered flesh. He had detected her female odor before, but now it filled his nostrils. Here was one HOT woman. He marveled at the smoothness of her flesh, and the sticky moisture covering the locks, her lips, and even the tops of her thighs. Feeling the heat rising from her he didn't ever want this moment to end. He set the locks on the coffee table and moved it out of the way. She could feel her lips slick apart, her wetness glistening in the light. A shiver ran down her body, knowing that HE would soon see these pictures of her.

       “Now about the plug...”

       “That stays in,” she sad with finality. He nodded.

       Ian MacGregor, of MacGregor Studios, move the tripods again and then took pictures from every angle. “That about wraps it up, I think,” he said although hoping there would be more. “I'll put the locks back in.”

       “No. There are a few other shots my friend would like, “she said reaching down and pulling her cunt lips farther apart. FLASH. FLASH.

       “Very lovely,” he was in awe. FLASH.

       She took a deep breath and extended her right middle finger and touched her clit. It sent a shockwave through her. She hadn't realized how close to orgasm she had been. He adjusted both side video cameras and took the third off its tripod to use in place of the still camera. This action was too good to miss.

       Rebecca began to stroke herself slowly, gritting her teeth to keep from cumming. So close. So close. “Are you ready for me to cum now?” she blushed at having to ask the question.

       “Not yet, Lass.” He wanted to make the most erotic moment of his life last. She was right on the edge and stopped rubbing to keep from cumming “No, don't stop,” he told her.

       She moaned as she again began to rub circles around her engorged clit, although a little slower. She reached with her left hand for the closest nipple and squeezed it as hard as she could. The pain both raised her level of excitement and kept her from cumming for the time being. The leg on the floor moved farther apart of its own accord and her knee pushed into the back of the couch. He could see the muscles of her thighs, framed by the garter and stocking tops, contract as she rubbed. The entire bottom of her butt plug was in full view.

       “Keep your hand over to the side so I have a nice, clear view.”

       “Please,” Rebecca moaned, no longer caring about her dignity.

       “Huh?”

       “Please, May I cum?”

       “In a minute,” he said, suddenly enjoying her agony and his control. “Rise up off the couch with your arse and stroke faster.”

       She did as he commanded, gasping for air. She grabbed her sore breast and squeezed hard, counting on the pain to help her hold back. The camera looked right into her.

       “Please, Sir,” she gasped. “Pleeease.”

       “Faster.”

       A growl came from her lips, her face distorted, trying to hold back until given permission. “Please, please, please, I'm begging you.”

       “Aye,” was all he said.

       “I can cum?”

       “Aye, Lassie. Do the deed.”

       She muffled a cry and came against her finger, the other hand clawing at her nipples, first one side, then the other. Her cunt already raised off the couch, shuddered again and again with the force of the orgasm and jumped at the camera as though to impale itself on an imaginary cock. A bright blush ran down her body. Second after second went by as Ian watched the spectacle in his viewfinder. Sweat gathered about his temples and a rivulet ran down his sideburns. Rebecca felt her head swim and let go of the breath she was holding with a gasp. Her finger had finally slowed down and her legs were shaking when she felt a second one coming on. Her clit had gone hypersensitive from the first orgasm, but she knew she had to cum again for her Master. She pulled her finger off and cried in desperation, “Please, Sir, may I cum again.”

       “Aye, coom, Lass,” she rubbed furiously with three fingers. “Raise yerself up high and coom for Ian.”

       She shook her head from side to side. “Noooooo,” she lifted her pelvis even higher than before off the couch, stretching her taut legs to the max and holding herself there as her contractions shook her cunt. The camera caught the flutters of a vagina trying to milk a nonexistent cock. Her fingers were a blur on her clit. She couldn't hold back the shrieks that came from deep in her throat. He moved the camera up to catch the fingers trying to pull the nipples off from her mottled breasts. Then to her face, contorted in the throes of her much needed orgasms before returning to her agitated fingers.

       Finally, when she thought she was going to die from the sensation, she collapsed on the couch, eyes squeezed closed, gasping, “thank you, thank you, thank you,” over and over. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of moisture. Ian looked down and saw a spreading wet spot on the front of his trousers. He picked up his Nikon, and shot dozens of pictures of her laying there in post-orgasmic bliss. Her color was indeed rosy and her features had relaxed into softness.

       Rebecca opened her eyes, realizing where she was and said shyly, “Sorry, I sometimes get carried away.”

       “Sorry, Lassie? You’re the most amazin’ woman I hae e'er laid eyes on, ye are. I envy yer lover,” he said with conviction. “Now are we done?”

       “Yes, thank you.”

       He fed the ends of the padlocks gently back into the holes in her cunt lips and closed each with a click. He ran his finger over the bottom of the butt plug. Then he went to put his gear into the cases, taking out the tapes and memory stick she had paid for. “I should get something fer me before givin’ the tapes tae ye,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “But a deal's a deal.” He gave her one last look, set them on the coffee table, and turned to leave.

       “Come here, Ian,” the low voice just reached his ears.

       He turned to see her running her tongue around her lips suggestively.

       “Ye don't hae to Lass, I were jus maakin' sport,” his deep voice resounded through the still room.

       “But I WANT to,” she quietly but firmly. Her smile broadened as she sat up.

       He wasn't so sure he could get it up so soon after cumming in his pants, but he needn't have worried. He was almost hard again when she unbuttoned his trousers and pulled him deep into a wet, warm throat. She tightened her lips and massaged his balls through his pants. Her head moved up and down on him. It was only a minute before she felt the first burst of cum hit the back of her throat as she was pulling back. She swallowed when she could, her cheeks hollowed as she stroked the length of his cock with her mouth, sucking every drop out of him. When he had plopped free, she licked her cum-coated tongue around her lips again. “Mmmm. Thank you, Sir,” and was shocked at herself when she realized she meant it.

       She looked at the clock and saw it was twenty to six. He had been there a little over an hour. “I have to go,” she said pulling out a checkbook and quickly writing him his check.

       “There's nae need o' payment, Lass,” he said uncharacteristically.

       “Ah, but a deal's a deal,” she smiled impishly before grabbing for her clothes and dropping her tip less bra in a drawer. She pulled on clothing, heedless of the blouse hanging out of her skirt.

       They walked hurriedly to the elevator, then out. “If yer e'er in need o' anithin', Ian MacGregor will be at yer service.

       “Thank you, Ian.” Her heels clacked as she raced to her car, and sped to Kyle's, hoping she wouldn't be late again. For once  traffic was with her. She pulled into his drive a couple of minutes to six, grabbed the evidence and sprinted up the sidewalk, unbuttoning her blouse. She tore off her blazer and blouse. When the button on her skirt caught, she ripped it off, and piled her skirt with her other items of clothing. She was just pushing the buzzer when she heard the clock inside chime the hour.

       She stood in garter belt and stockings, catching her breath, waiting to be admitted. She knew it was a part of a game that she be forced to wait outside but it always rankled nonetheless. There was more traffic this time of day and she was sure she would be seen by passing motorists. A car pulled into the driveway and she saw Ian MacGregor behind the wheel.

       “Shit.” she reached for the bell again, then pulled her hand back when she remembered the last time she had been impatient.

       Ian walked up the sidewalk eying her nude body appreciatively. “We're waitin' fer someone Lass?”

       She tried to look nonchalant and straightened her shoulders under his gaze. “It will be answered momentarily.” Her nipples were still red from their recent trauma, but he noted that her skin was flawless.

       “Ye maad it in time?” he seemed to understand her predicament.

       “Yes, thank you.” Time—that reminded her that she hadn't removed her watch. It was flung on top of her other clothing.

       “I tae it that yer friend lives here?” She nodded. “Luky maan.”

       Just then the door opened by Joanna, nude that is except for her collar. “Come in,” she said holding the door as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Rebecca handed her tapes to Joanna, gave Ian one look, then went to the center of the room and assumed her position as he watched in astonishment.

       “You are the photographer, I take it,” it wasn't a question.

       “Aye, Lass. You be requirin' the key,” he held it out.

       “Thank you,” she handed him 5 one hundred dollar bills. “Did Rebecca provide you with any sort of a tip for your consideration in providing services at such short notice?”

       He looked uneasily at Rebecca, who nodded slightly without looking up. “That she dae, Lass, and a right good job she dae o' it too.”

       “Good. You'll be wanting to go,” she opened the door.

       “'T’wer nae trouble a’tall,” he bowed ceremoniously and left.

       Joanna left the room with the evidence that Rebecca had completed her required task. She knelt alone and thought about the fact that she hadn't washed up after the photo shoot. Her heart was finally slowing down. She was pleased with herself for accomplishing HIS task. And her clit jumped unexpectedly when she thought back over the past hour. What more could he ask, she wondered? Was it possible for the intense orgasms of the past few weeks to continue? She knew that Kyle would know the answer to that as he knew everything else about her sexually. That had been scary at first, but now there was some solace in knowing that while she was flying blind, he knew exactly what he was doing. She thought of John back at the house and wondered if she could ever be satisfied with the “normal” sex life she had grown to despise.

       She sensed, rather than heard Kyle enter the room. “Well done,” his baritone voice startled her. Damn, why did she feel good that she had been an obedient submissive. “Position 2.” Rebecca scrambled and turned gracefully, laid her head on the floor with her butt in the air, and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart in a fluid motion. He pulled her butt plug out and pushed it home. “Position 3.” She stood, hands on the curve of her buttocks, elbows touching, breasts thrust out, and spun facing him.

       “Joanna,” he hardly raised his voice but she appeared. “Illustrate position 4 to my slut.” Joanna bent over backward, her skin stretched taut until her hands reached the ground. Then she moved her left foot out until her cunt gaped open.

       “I...I don't think I can bend backwards like that, Master. But I can do it from the ground,” she remembered vividly the details of her last back bend.

       “Do it,” he said, and motioned Joanna up.

       Rebecca lay on her back and inched herself up until her stomach was high in the air. She shifted her left foot outward as far as it would go. Kyle stepped between her legs and unlocked the padlocks and removed them. Then parting her lips he spoke as though recording the data for a scientific experiment, “her clit is still engorged. Must have been a decent orgasm.” He smiled to himself noting the drool still being produced and stepped to the side.

       Rebecca hated his inspections. He noticed everything and he was so…so right about everything. She shivered as he slowly ran his fingers from her knee to her thigh, then up over her tickle spot to the side of her crotch to the flat of her stomach. He toyed with her navel at the top before going down the other side over a be-studded breast, down over her throat, down farther to stroke her face before tangling his fingers in her hair, hanging about the floor.

       “Nice,” he mused. “So soft. So open. So vulnerable.”

       “Turn over and kneel,” he told her. “Joanna position 5.” She lay down in a smooth motion on her back, legs spread, and held open her pussy lips. “Notice that her cunt is facing me. The outside edges of her feet are on the floor pointing at me. But her feet are not quite touching.”

       “Yes, Master.” That word carried so much meaning when she said it.

       “Now you,” he said motioning for Joanna to rise and leave. Rebecca took the required position, memorizing every detail. “You just have the top of your cunt lips open with one finger on each hand. Joanna had three fingers spread on each side to open up the entire cunt.” She let go and pulled them back open with six fingers and her two thumbs so he could see everything. Kyle reached down and inserted his forefinger. He rubbed the top of her vagina in circles, noting its rough, bumpy texture—a sure sign of her arousal. A moan escaped from her lips, her eyes closed. Kyle smiled to himself. She was coming along just fine.

       “Get your collar.”

       “It's outside, Master.” He nodded and she went to get it from her purse on the porch. Damn, she had left her purse in the car. Halfway down the walk, she looked to find three boys on the sidewalk staring at her. One nudged his friend without looking away and she heard him ask, “I thought women were supposed to be hairy down there.” His friend nodded, “So did I.” She never broke stride though as a wave of shame rushed over her and she continued on, retrieving her purse. Taking it with her, she ignored them and pulled out the collar she needed. The door had been left ajar and she soon reached the sanctuary of the living room. She knew the three boys would never again walk past this house without pausing to look and remember.

       “Position 3,” she handed him the collar, stepped wide as she brought her hands back. “Part your cunt lips. You know how I like it. Keep them wide apart.” She used 3 fingers from each hand, but the wetness oozing out made them hard to hang onto. Kyle fingered her. “The boys seeing you turned you on, I see.”

       She didn't want to say anything, but knew better than to keep quiet when she was spoken to, or to try and lie. ”Yes, I guess so, Master.” Her fingers kept sliding off and she gripped them tighter each time she had to reposition her fingers. He put his fingers to her mouth and she licked them until they were clean.

       “Position 6 is simply kneeling on all fours. I think you can manage that without Joanna, don't you?”

       “Yes, Master,” she knelt down. The collar was buckled into place, snug, but didn't restrict her breathing. Her hair hung down around her head, and he tied it up so she could see.

       “Joanna,” he never raised his voice, but she appeared. He attached the leash to her collar and began to walk. She was right with him all the way. He stopped; she stopped. He turned left and right, and she was beside him. Rebecca watched from position 6, and was amazed at Joanna's ability to keep with him. He led her up until Joanna's head almost touched that of Rebecca. “You see how it's done. At no time was the leash ever tight. The proper distance from me is 8 inches.” He unclipped the leash from Joanna’s collar and she was dismissed with a wave of his hand. “There is 18 inches from my hand to your collar. The leash is 30 inches long. You are to keep it slack at all times. Your head is to be straight in front of you looking down. That will give you the ability to watch my feet, or the feet of anyone I give you to, from the corner of your eye.”

       “Maria.” to her astonishment the shoes of her maid appeared in front of her. Kyle handed her the leash.        “Give her about 15 minutes of practice, not too difficult. This is her first time.” They spoke of her as thought she wasn't even there.

       “She will need some correction, unless I miss my guess.” Rebecca could see a black rubber pointer digging into the carpet at the end of a round stick.

       “Undoubtedly. Rebecca, you will obey her as you would me.”

       “Yes, Master.” Damnation, she said to herself.

       Maria took a step forward and Rebecca followed after a short delay. Maria stepped backward a step. Rebecca had started going forward when Maria had lifted her foot and the leash tugged at her neck before she could get back beside her. Swish! Crack! The teacher's pointer came down smartly on her left buttock. The pain left her gasping. Maria said nothing, but the lesson was clear. She stepped forward again and her trainee jumped to follow. Then back a step, forward a step, back a step, forward two steps. Rebecca was jerky in following along, unlike the practiced smoothness of Joanna. She thought she was getting the hang of it when Maria took a step to the right. She cringed when she felt the leash snap taut and Maria met her expectations as another Swish! Crack! echoed in the room. Her knees were getting sore now, even though the carpet was soft. I'm not a dog, I'm not a dog, she repeated over and over to herself, but she kept a watchful eye on Maria's shoes.

       “Heel,” the command was obvious. Maria moved in front of the CEO of a mid-sized corporation. “What does a bitch do when she's in heat?” she asked. Rebecca looked at her dumbfounded. Maria laughed, “She humps.” She angled the pointer downwards toward her boss. “Do it. Hump my pointer.”

       There were tears in Rebecca's eyes as she moved forward on her knees until the middle of the pointer split her pussy in half. She rose up dragging her coos up about a foot before letting out a scream. The dry wood had been too much friction for her clit. “Keep going, I didn't tell you to stop.” Legs quivering she moved gingerly down the new slime-covered stick. Plenty of lubrication. She began “humping” the pointer as ordered. She didn't want to feel anything from this humiliation, but she wasn't able to control her body. She tried lifting herself a little so there would be less friction, but Maria noticed it and lifted the stick more upright, jamming it into her cunt.

       “I can go to work on your breasts again if you don't want to play humpy with me. Maybe we should do that anyway?”

       “Mistress, it isn't necessary,” she pleaded and increased both her speed and the pressure on the stick. She could feel the stick first on one side of her clit, then the other. When it mashed right on her clit, it was like an electric current went through her.

       “That's enough,” the pointer was pulled back. “Yuk, nasty. Lick off your scum.”

       Shamefacedly, her student licked up, down, and all around. Some had even dripped down to the rubber tip. Then it was back to working on her training, with a crack and a flash of pain occasionally breaking the stillness of the room.

       “Heel,” she stepped around with the pointer again. “Hump.” This time when Rebecca inched herself forward on her knees, she extended herself up and started from the top and slid down slowly, coating the stick with her juices. Remembering the previous threat, she worked herself up and down with alacrity. Maria cradled a black and blue breast in one hand. “My we did make a mess of these, didn't we?”

       “Yes, Mistress.”

       “I don't think you were able to wear a bra for a couple of days.”

       “No, Mistress.” Her breathing was becoming increasingly labored, both from the work her knees did extending herself, and from the excitement that spread from her cunt.

       “They're sore now?”

       “Only when squeezed, Mistress.”

       Kyle entered the room and watched for a full minute. Then he stepped behind Rebecca, lowered his pants, and squeezed lube on his half hard cock. He pulled the butt plug out and tossed it aside. Then he gripped himself, gave it a few strokes, and positioned himself under Rebecca as she moved up the stick. When she came back down, she felt him enter her. He held himself there, feeling the exquisite sensations of being in the ass of a beautiful woman. And, she was doing all the work. The slight pain at first gave way to pleasure she had never thought she would have there.

       Kyle reached around and cupped her tits, claiming her nipples between thumb and forefinger. He used the pressure to guide her up and down at just the right speed he wanted. It was very slow to start with and he felt every part of his cock as it slid through her sphincter muscle.

       Maria looked down at the woman in front of her. This had to hurt the pride of a woman of her breeding and social standing. Her puss was dripping watching Kyle put her through her paces, and she intended on getting satisfaction.

       “Sir,” Maria said. “I don't think this puta should be allowed to cum since I won't have anyone to bring me off.”

       “That seems only fair,” he manipulated her nips to go a little faster against him.

       Rebecca was worried about the consequences if she couldn't hold out. “Master, I know you like the feel of me cumming on you. You've mentioned before how my butt squeezes your cock. I think the word you used was delicious.”

       “That is true,” he answered. “But, fair is fair, unless you are volunteering to help Maria out.”

       “Joanna could...”

       “Joanna has gone out on an errand.”

       It was the classic dilemma. “No, thank you, Master. I'd rather not,” she was breathing faster.

       “As you wish.”

       “If she comes without permission, I want her tits again,” Maria spat.

       “Yes, that seems reasonable,” Rebecca shuddered as he spoke.

       How could she keep her body from betraying her. The stick was doing its duty all too well as she slid up and down its length. Her Master's stick wasn't making things any easier either. To add to her travails, Maria took the opportunity to raise the pointer just slightly, putting more pressure on her sensitive area. Please, God, no, she shouted in her head. What could she do to stem the tide that threatened to overtake over her? She tried to think of something else, but failed. She bit her lip until it bled, but she felt her body continuing to rise toward orgasm.

       Her Master squeezed her nips a little more in his excitement in increased the tempo a little more. He was ramming her down on his cock now and she could feel him growing. But she also knew her had tremendous staying powers. She wasn't going to make it. The image of her trial on the table at home with Maria flashed through her mind. “Please,” she begged. They said nothing but continued to watch her struggle. Higher and higher she swirled. “Please,” she pleaded. She had done all the work up to now, but Kyle drove up against her, punishing her asshole as he pulled her against him.

       She was broken. “Please, I'll do it. I'll suck her off. Please let me cum.”

       Kyle raised his eyebrow and looked at Maria. “I want the slut to tongue my ass first.” He nodded.

       “I'll do it. Anything. I'll do it. Please let me bring off Maria. Please.”

       Maria released the one button at her waist with a deft finger and the skirt dropped to the floor. She turned and stepping over the pointer, brought her ass directly in front of a panting Rebecca. “Tongue it, Slut.”

       The high and might executive, the one who people cow-towed to at the office, extended her tongue and ran it up the gamey asshole in front of her. It was made more difficult by her movement on the stick, but Kyle was now meeting her halfway as he buried his pole to the hilt.

       “Get your tongue inside, Slut. I'm not feeling you much.”

       She was on the edge now. She gripped Maria's cheeks both for support and to open them to the nasty task she had to perform. She parted them with her thumbs and pushed her tongue past the sphincter and she wiggled it around like she knew Maria wanted.

       Kyle increased the pace more. Rebecca got into a rhythm of swirling her tongue around the rim, then penetrating as far as she could go, and swirling her tongue around in there. A guttural sound came around a tongue unable to speak pleading that she be able to cum on the 2 sticks exciting her. Over and over her incoherent plea increased in pitch and intensity until she was screaming into the ass in front of her. Kyle had experienced her precum spasms and was close himself.

       “Cum,” he commanded.

       Maria dropped the pointer as Rebecca went over the edge, leaving her cumming like a rag doll, on his cock alone. She stepped forward and turned to watch her boss scream through her orgasm, eyes shut tight and head flopping. She almost envied the intensity or her orgasm, as mindlessly, she let everything go.

       Kyle was ready now. Her spasms had taken him where he wanted to be. His hands cupping her tits slowed the pace as he reached the peak and he ordered, “Finger yourself off again for me.”

       Her clit was bloated, and now outside its protective hood, she was unable to touch it directly. She rubbed above it as quickly as she could to cum again for him, heedless of the fact that the poor little nubbin wasn't ready for another go-round yet. The smell of sex filled the air.

       “I...I'm...” was all she could get out before it hit again. She felt him get bigger and then explode as the contractions in her ass did him in. Each time he pulled her back onto him, another wad of cum would explode from his balls until he was empty. He held her there for a full minute, pulled back against him, his wilting pole enjoying the aftershocks that rippled through her body.

       He pulled out and she fell on her side, cum drooling from her back hole. Her eyes were closed, breathing still labored, mindless, just feeling. When she came to her senses minutes later, she opened her eyes and crawled over to her Master to clean his cock. Once a distasteful chore, she now savored the taste that spoke of the raw sex they had shared.

       Maria was sprawled naked on the couch. When she saw that Rebecca was finished, she said, “I want you to suck my nipples first.”

Training Rebecca Ch. 11

       The week had been a blur. Friday morning, John woke up early with a hard-on, not that it was particularly unusual for him. He reached over to fondle his wife's breasts. The hardness he felt through the heavy material of her sleeper, surprised him.

       He whispered in her ear, “Your period should be over by now,” his words just penetrated the befogged brain of his spouse.

       “It is, but I've got a UTI.”

       “Huh?”

       “Urinary tract infection. I've got to see my doctor. It should only be a few more days.”

       Rebecca went down to Maria's room, then exercised using the penis gag again as Kyle had directed, before coming up to shower. When she emerged from the bathroom dried and dressed, John raised up on one elbow on the bed, “Have you been hiding something from me?”

       A feeling of dread came over her. “What would that be?”

       “Your nipples felt a l-i-t-t-l-e different than usual this morning.”

       “It was going to be a surprise, as is the bra.” She opened her blazer and unbuttoned her blouse to display her studded nipples poking out through the twin openings in the tip less bra. “What do you think?” she stood on one leg and threw the other hip out in a provocative posture.

       He titled his head. “Inhale,” she did. “Titilating,” he grinned at his own joke. “When did you start wearing them?”

       “A couple of weeks ago. Gotta run Hon.”

       That evening was the awards assembly at school. The boys were each receiving one and they had planned on going. Rebecca didn't really want to go since she might just see the two kids she had met in the park. She announced that she wasn't feeling well and would be staying home. “Damn UTI,” she whispered to John. Maria overheard it and said that something like that shouldn't keep her from supporting her children's successes. She thought quite unkind thoughts at Maria's intervention, but went along reluctantly.

       The event went over well. “Haven't seen much of you lately,” said the girl from the park as she walked past her during the reception. That startled her a little, and her heart raced for 10 minutes or so, but there was no other contact and she couldn't tell that anyone treated them any differently than usual. So as far as she could tell, her secret remained a secret.

       Saturday they awoke a little latter than usual. Rebecca snuggled up to John. “The fact that I can't have sex doesn't mean that you can't either. Why don't I help you out? I'll even use my mouth on you.”

       John knew exactly what that meant. She would put the tip in her mouth and stroke it furiously with her hand until he would begin to twitch, then it was 'grab a kleenix to catch the spunk, Mate'. “No, I'll wait for you.”

       “I could try some different things this time. I've really missed you this time.”

       “No, I'll wait for you. But thanks anyway.”

       They went out shopping with the boys to buy necessities for summer camp. Then they ate a late lunch at Applebee's.

       Sunday Rebecca went to relieve herself in Maria's room early. Maria had gone out with her boyfriend the day before and a row had ensued, so there hadn't been any sex. She awoke, twisted onto the edge of the bed, pulled up her nightie, and looked down expectedly. Rebecca resigned herself to the inevitable and knelt to tongue her Maid. She was especially disgusted with herself for not finding it revolting any more.

       “Oh, that's good. You've become a good cunt sucker. Put your hands under my nightie and pinch my nipples.” She grabbed hair on either side of the head between her legs to puller her in tighter. “That's it, tongue my hole,” she said crudely. “Make me cum.”

       “WHAT THE HELL...” John was standing in the open doorway.

       “I...” Rebecca started to get up but Maria pulled her back to the business at hand by her hair.

       “Don't you dare stop,” she hissed through her teeth.

       “Now I see why you don't want to have sex with me. You've gone Lezzy on me,” he shouted. That's why you come in here all the time.”

       “John,” a muffled cry came from between Maria's legs.

       “Close the door on your way out, please,” Maria said calmly and it slammed shut. “Now finish me and make it good, or else.”

       With a sob, Rebecca tongued around the vaginal opening, did her piss hole, pushed deep into her, then finished by swirling her tongue around and around her clit. It was just at she had been taught. She tried to go fast so she could get it over with and catch up to John, but Maria wasn't having any of the rush stuff and held out for two orgasms before allowing a bursting  Rebecca to relieve herself and leave.

       By the time she went upstairs, John was nowhere to be found. She tried getting him on his cell phone, but no answer. Should she tell him everything, she wondered? Well not exactly everything, but at least about Kyle's blackmail. She had been warned about telling John about it. Anything that would put them in jail was out of the question. But she didn't want to risk losing the father of her children either. She sat and stewed for a while and ended up putzing around for the day accomplishing nothing.

       When she awoke on Monday morning, Rebecca was surprised to find her husband in bed next to her. When he had come in during the night she didn't know. She didn't want him to find her with Maria again, so she used her half hour privilege with the butt plug out to use the toilet, shower, and tiptoed off to work without exercising or breakfast.

       When he rallied around, John phoned his wife's gynecologist saying she had asked him to confirm her appointment that week. “No, sorry, Mrs. Dunbar has no appointment that week”, the receptionist declared.

       Work kept Rebecca busy during the day. She left for her waxing appointment, was fingered by Betty until she almost climaxed, and returned to work on edge. She arrived home late and was glad John made no mention of the previous days drama. She hadn't a clue what she would tell him as an explanation if he did bring it up.

       Tuesday, Kyle called and ordered her to come for a visit at 6:00. She had Mrs. Davis call Maria and say she had an appointment and that they should eat dinner without her. She cleaned up things by 5:30 and headed for the house of her Master, unaware that a car was following her.

       John parked on the street and watched in amazement from behind a hedge as his wife stripped on the porch to reveal garter belt and hose and wait to be admitted. When she went inside, he crept around and found an unlocked side door toward the back of the large house. He entered quietly and tried the first door he came to. He found himself in a video studio. Three monitors were on and he could see his naked wife, kneeling on the floor, from three different angles. The volume was set too low to hear what was being said.

       He didn't hear her enter, but suddenly a naked beauty grabbed his balls and knelt in front of him. “You are John,” it was a statement.

       “How did you know?”

       “You can't interfere with the training session,” she said, “but I can make it worth your while.” She unzipped his pants, and pulled out a very hard member of the opposite sex. She gave him a lick to say ‘hello’.

       “What's happening?”

       “Master is putting her through her positions.” Kyle had stopped at position four, and as Rebecca bent in half backwards, he knelt and took out her padlocks. “She has been practicing this position, I see, and can get into it from a standing position. He keeps her locked up so she knows she doesn't control her body. She is tempted to masturbate without Master's permission.”

       “Rebecca masturbate? You've got to be kidding. She wouldn't do that.” Joanna took his wet cock half way down her throat on one bob, and buried her nose in his pubic hair on the second. That got John's attention.

       “Where's her hair?” he asked, “well most of it.”

       “Hmmm,” she pulled back, “waxed like me. Master doesn't like anything hiding the cunt, as Master calls it, from his view.” She resumed her ministrations.

       “This has got to be so…so embarrassing to her. She has always been so proud, so in control. Yet here she is spreading herself for a stranger.”

       “Hmmm,” she replied again.

       When the locks were out, Kyle stroked her wet cunt. You could see it drooling even on the camera. Blood rushed to Rebecca's head and she felt light-headed. She responded to his fingers, even knowing that she might not be allowed to finish what he was starting. He watched the signs of arousal as she pushed against his fingers. John was like an iron post in her mouth. This is turning him on, she thought, another man finger-fucking his own wife.

       “Please, May I cum Master?”

       “No, not now slut.”

       “She has to beg to have an orgasm?” John asked.

       “Ummm hmmm,” his fellatrix nodded without leaving her charge.

       “That has to be SO humiliating for her. I can't believe she puts up with it.”

       Kyle pulled his fingers away when she began to shake and ordered her into position 5. John almost came as he watched his wife spread her cunt. Her foot position was corrected slightly. Her Master called for position 6 and told her to get her collar. “No, I didn't say to get up,” he remonstrated as she started to rise.

       “Yes, sorry, Master.”

       She 'walked' on all four's over to the door, opened it, and retrieved her collar from her purse on the porch. John noted the curve of her back and the way her breasts hung down and swayed from side to side as she 'walked'. She brought it back and he put it around her neck. Attaching the leash, he walked her forward and backward. “You sometimes start with the wrong hand. You must start with the same hand as my foot or you'll get messed up.”

       “Yes, Master.”

       They walked back and forth, then tried small turns. It was easier when she started with the same hand as his foot.

       This was all John could take watching his wife humiliate herself, and he groaned and emptied himself in the warm, wet, vacuum that was the mouth of Joanna. She sucked and stroked him until every drop was swallowed. Then she lowered his pants and took them off. “You won't be needing these  for a while.” He was pushed backwards into a chair. She still hadn't let go of his family jewels and as his butt hit the seat, she fed them between 2 pieces of wood inset in the chair seat and clicked them shut.

       Rebecca was aching at the end of 10 minutes of this exercise and he called a halt without needing to punish her even once. “Doing better,” he stroked her hair.

       “Sorry to have to do this,” Joanna told Rebecca's husband, “but I have to go for a few minutes. I'll turn the volume up if you wish. Please don't try and get up—you'll hurt yourself badly, they really are locked in. And if you yell—well this is a sound proof room.” She pushed a slider on the control panel and John could hear every sound coming from the living room. Joanna slipped out of the door and closed it silently.

       “Joanna,” he said in a conversational voice. She appeared as if by magic. “I was just checking Rebecca's pc muscles and find them in need of extensive conditioning. The little bit of training we are doing now hasn't helped a bit. Position 3, Joanna.” John watched as she stepped wide and put her hands on the small of her back. Her elbows touched, thrusting her breasts out. “Put your finger in her while she contracts her pc muscles.”

       Rebecca was amazed. “That hurts she is squeezing so hard, Master.”

       “Now, lick your finger off and put it inside YOU.” John sat in rapt attention. “Contract. See the difference?”

       She nodded. She had no idea anyone could build up those muscles that way. Had she lost that much tone there since she was younger? Was it because she hadn't had very much sex for the past few years? Maybe that was why John seemed to be abroad so much anymore. She looked at her finger and, knowing what was expected, licked it again. John shook his head in disbelief and found he was rising to the occasion.

       “We will need to accelerate that part of your training. Position 6.”

       Rebecca knelt and he led her by the leash out of John's view and up the stairs. Kyle walked into a door Rebecca had never noticed and flicked on the light switch. That turned on four monitors in the studio, and John could see a very well appointed examination room. Joanna slipped in the door and came over to rub her luscious breasts against him.

       “What is he doing now?”

       “Wait and see,” she responded.

       Kyle sat his trainee up on the examination table and laid her on her back. He pulled out stirrups and positioned her legs.

       “Never knew you could see so much on one of those,” he said as one camera was positioned to show all the real estate between the stirrups. Her arms were raised and attached to cuffs and a wide strap was tightened just under her breasts which completely immobilized her.

       “This is my Kegelcizer, an invention of my own,” Kyle told his submissive. He stepped between her spread legs and set a box on a tray he pulled out from the table. John could see wires running from a control box to a rubber phallus. The Master lubricated the phallus and pushed it home, attaching straps to her thighs to hold it in position.

       “You've been isolating the pc muscles when you pee. Contract them.” As she did, he threw a switch, and a light shown on the box.

       “Beep...Beep...Beep,” it went on for 15 seconds or so when she let off the pressure. “AAWK,” came from a speaker on the box and “Owwwwwwww,” went Rebecca, and her body tensed up as a shock went through her nether region. Kyle flipped the switch and the box went dead. “Oh, yes, as I was just about to say,” he smiled, “if you don't maintain the required pressure on it, there is a shocking development. I have both the required pressure and the shock value turned down low. We will build both the pressure and the amount of time you hold it during the next month. By that time you should be at a 7 out of the 10 settings, which I consider to be barely adequate.”

       “Let me feel this iron cunt,” John asked Joanna. She stepped to the side, swinging her legs open as she did so. He put a finger in her and was amazed at the pressure. Then she changed it to pulse the muscles so he could feel what she could do with a cock in there. He could only imagine what that would feel like. She ran her fingers through his hair. “I see you are up for some more action already.” She knelt and took him in her mouth as he turned his attention back to the monitors.

       “Try it again,” Kyle was telling her. He flipped the switch, “Beep...Beep...Beep...”

       “I don't think I can handle any more,” she moaned after a half a minute was up.

       “30 more seconds, then you can rest.” She concentrated on squeezing THOSE muscles to avoid the punishment. “Time,” he called out switching off the box. “Rest for a minute and then we'll do two 30 second ones. I will give a Kegelcizer to Maria for you to use twice each day. Additionally, I expect you to contract the muscles each hour. Here is a  clock that beeps on the hour as a reminder. You can put it on your desk. Three sets of 10 contractions each should do it, I think. You will be sore the first few days as you are using muscles that are not in shape. Another caveat. The exercises can be a little erotic, but you are NOT allowed to cum.”

        In the studio, Joanna slurped loudly. “Does that contraption really shock as much as Rebecca indicated?” she was asked.

       “How do you think I acquired the muscles I have? Master has very exacting standards and won't accept anything but my best for him. And whew, but that's a sensitive place to run a jolt of electricity. It's not like electro-sex, I can tell you.”

       She felt John jump in her hand when she said that. She put him back in her mouth and tightened her lips around him. While his wife was doing the first of her 30 second exercises, he tensed up and gave up his second load of the evening. Joanna swallowed it like it was her last meal for the month.

       “Is she almost done?” he asked.

       “Yes, this is the last for today.”

       “I'd better be going then,” he announced looking down at the wooden jaws that held him entrapped.

       “That would be for the best,” she produced a key from somewhere and inserted it into a lock under the chair. With a “click” he was free, and put on his pants. Giving the monitors a last look he slipped out of the door and headed for his car.

       When Rebecca arrived home about 7:30, everything was in chaos as the boys were packing. They went to summer camp for 2 weeks every year right after school got out, and were looking forward to it. John would be driving them the 60 miles there on the morrow. He worked late in his office and Rebecca didn't even hear him come to bed. She had begged and begged, but Kyle was adamant about leaving in the locks. She didn't know how much longer she could hold John off, especially after the incident with Maria. She knew he was fuming about it, but hadn't mentioned anything since his discovery.

       Rebecca had done a few things early in her office before the 9:00 meeting. That had gone smoothly and sales were doing very well with the new directions she was taking the company. She arrived back at her office at 10:30. She was just getting started when Maria, her Maria, burst into the office. She was dressed in a red skirt, red pumps, and a black spaghetti strap top that did little to hide her curves. She was followed closely by a flustered Mrs. Davis.

       “I'm sorry, Mrs. Dunbar,” began the flustered secretary. “She wouldn't...”

       “OUT,” snapped Rebecca to her maid. “This is where I conduct MY business. You are NOT welcome here.”

       The Maid didn't seem in the least put out by the outburst, and made no move to leave.

       “Shall I call security, or the police?” asked Mrs. Davis.

       “That's a good idea. We probably should clear up a few things with them,” said Maria.

       The mention of the police brought Rebecca back to her senses.

       “No, no, I'll handle this. Thank you, Mrs. Davis. That will be all for now.”

       A smirk graced Maria's face as the secretary closed the door behind her. “Let’s check on you,” she said walking over to the desk before Rebecca could move. “Lift up your skirt in back.”

       Rebecca’s face changed from anger to fear as she soaked it all in. She did as ordered and lifted her skirt, proving that she was sitting as HE had ordered. “Good girl,” she purred patting her head.

       “You have nothing to say to me?”

       “Yes, Mistress. I mean, no, Mistress.”

       “I can use this as a reminder,” she said taking THE wooden spoon out of her purse.

       “Please, no, Mistress. That won’t be necessary,” Rebecca shrank back, terrified at the thought.

       “Come over here and take up position #1.”

       “Yes, Mistress,” she said, stripping off her suit coat and unbuttoning her blouse hurridly. She was naked under it and looked at Maria who nodded. It was removed as was the skirt and thong.

       “You can keep the stockings and garter.”

       The high-powered executive knelt and assumed the position required with fingers laced and placed on the back of the neck, her elbows perpendicular to her body. The young woman in front of her examined her breasts. She smiled as she bent over and lifted each of the padlocks in turn, then let it fall. “I don’t suppose you have been satisfying John since his return,” it was not a question and Rebecca didn’t see a reason to answer it. “You will ignore me when I speak to you?” she gripped a nipple and digging in her nails, twisted it viciously while lifting the offending breast.

       “No, Mistress. I…I’m very sorry. I didn’t think it was a question. No, I haven’t been satisfying my husband since his return,” the pain drained the color from her face and brought a tear to her eye. “I am still locked up.”

       “He must not be very happy about it, I should think. ”

       “No, Mistress.” The nipple was finally released.

       “You have left HIM without sex. What will you do for ME, slut?”

       The words stung. “I...I...I will obey you, Mistress,” she said with conviction born out of desperation. She knew she had pissed off Maria, but she didn't want that part of her life to collide with her professional one here.

       Maria dug two straps out of her purse and attached the curious clip on the end of each one to a nipple. They hurt some, but it was definitely bearable and she silently thanked her Maid for that. The Maid moved to a wooden chair on the other side of the couch. “Come here then,” was the order and the kneeling woman walked over on hands and knees, dragging the straps.

       Maria raised her skirt and opened her legs to reveal a panty-less pussy, framed by garters attached to black hose. Rebecca could smell the aroma from the hairy twat already and could see from the froth there that she was horny. She groaned at the task she knew was ahead of her.

       “You don’t like sucking me off, do you slut?”

       “It isn’t you, Mistress. I’m just not into women, if you know what I mean.”

       She gave a short laugh. “But I know you will obey me anyway.”

       “Yes, Mistress.”

       “That makes it all the better. Stand up.” She obeyed immediately. Maria ran a finger under her nether lips between the padlocks and held up a finger with obvious moisture on it. “And what is this?”

       “I…I must be ovulating.” She opened her mouth as her Maid put the finger to her lips and tasted her own dew.

       “Beg me to let you eat my pussy.”

       Rebecca swallowed. It was bad enough to be made to do it, but to have to ask for it was sooo humiliating. She could feel the heat rise up into her head, but swallowed her pride and hoped she could make up for the punishment she was expecting. “Please, Mistress, let me eat your pussy,” the word still grated on her ears.

       Maria looked at her with raised eyebrows and she continued, “I want to tongue your clit. I'll make it really good for you.” Still silence. “I'll slurp all your delicious juices. I'll make you cum in my mouth over and over again until my tongue falls off,” her desperation was starting to show. There was no telling what this woman would do to her and she was afraid of her now. She couldn't let them be exposed after all she had gone through to shield them from the law.

       “As you wish. Hold out your hands.” She put handcuffs on her wrists and pulled her down by the chain between them until it went under one leg of the chair. With Rebecca resting on an elbow, she reached for the straps connected to the Japanese cloverleaf nipple clamps and pulled her prey forward by her nipples.

       A shriek came from the President's mouth as the clamps bore down on her tender flesh. There was no relief until she reached the desired place and the tension was eased. Taking the left strap, she fished it between the top rung and the seat, and pulled it to the back of the chair. Rebecca was pulled forward by the pressure on her nipple and the clamps caused an unusual amount of pain. Her breast, which didn’t want to go through the narrow passage at first, squeezed through the rungs as her tit flesh was distended until the front of her throat hit the seat and her chest banged against the front rungs of the chair with an “aark”. The Maid connected the strap with its velcro end to the rung in the back of the chair so there was some tension on the line to pull on the unhappy nipple. The other soon followed suit under the next rung, and she was held captive on her right elbow with her chin at an awkward angle over the seat of the chair. Her nipples were on fire, but she knew it was nothing compared to what would happen if she pulled back on them.

       Maria pulled her skirt up and stepped over her prey. She held onto the arms and pressed into the back of the chair as she slid down until Rebecca’s head was thrown back by the invading cunt. Her mouth, open a little too wide for comfort, was pressed into the hairy mass before her. She was held captive by the pressure on her sore, distended nipples, now hooked to the back legs of the chair. She felt trapped, unable to move a muscle.

       “Make it good and make it last,” was the command. “Start with my hole.”

       The woman who commanded so many all around her to do her bidding, was now the servant of another. She inserted her tongue into the vagina before her and started licking for all she was worth. Her nostrils filled with the scent of her Maid who purposely hadn’t showered that morning. After a minute, a spurt of liquid entered her mouth and she choked and gagged, her eyes looking up with alarm.

       “Now it’s just my piss. I’ll let it out in spurts so you'll be able to swallow. But I do want you to swallow every drop.” She smiled sweetly. “Do I make myself clear?”

       Rebecca nodded as much as she could move her head, and, trying not to choke, swallowed the acrid liquid. She continued to lick the delicate tissues engulfing her mouth. She didn’t dare pull back, both because she would anger Maria, and because her nipple rings would tear the tender, swollen tit flesh.

       Maria loved the feel of a tongue on her pee hole. It felt so good to have a tongue laving away as she let go. And the thought that it was her “boss” being made to do it was just that much sweeter. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling.

       Rebecca was ready when the next spurt came and stopping her tongue work, swallowed immediately. Then again. She worked not to gag. And again it came, until she thought it would never end. Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief when it was over. As she went back to work, she was almost thankful for the cunt juices to get rid of the acrid taste of piss.

       “Good girl, there’s my good little piss slave.” She rocked back and forth, the motion pulling farther on the entrapped nipples. She smiled at the groan elicited from her employer.

       Rebecca ran her tongue in and out of the hole, then up the right lip over her clit and back down. She sucked hard and tasted the last of the piss drops. She pushed the realization of what she was tasting out of her mind, and worked with all her might to make her nemesis cum as soon as possible.

       Maria looked at the woman below her. The garters and stockings were elegant. Rebecca lay sprawled on her right side and Maria used her heel to rub up and down against the padlocks. A moan came from between her legs. Rebecca hadn’t thought she would be able to feel anything with the padlocks closing her lips. But the pressure on the locks worked its way into the sensitive, lubricated clit. Before long, her hips were trying to move in time with the heel of Maria’s shoe, her legs open allowing for more pressure on the swollen organ below.

       The maid reached down into her purse again for the wooden spoon. She leaned forward and brought it down on the side of ass cheek nearest her. “You are letting up. When I want you to slow down, I’ll tell you to do it. Right now you are my cunt-sucking whore, and,” she brought the spoon down harder this time, “I expect your total concentration to MY needs.”

       Rebecca whipped her tongue into a frenzy, heedless of exactly where it went. All she knew was that this woman was slightly unbalanced, the spoon hurt like hell, and there was no telling what she would do if angered. She sucked at the cunt and spun her tongue around and around the pea until it ached with the motion. Her whole being was consumed with the smell of the oozing liquid and the feel of the puffy nether lips and the thigh muscles starting to contract. Just when she thought it would never end, Maria brought the spoon down again. Rebecca’s face was pulled hard into her spasming clit as she grabbed and twisted her hair in a frenzy.

       Rebecca had a difficult time breathing with her face being mashed into the twitching pussy. She held onto the leg of the chair with her cuffed hands to keep from being pushed backward and injuring delicate tissues. She pushed back with her neck muscles to stay in place and continued lashing her tongue over the clit filling her mouth.

       “Do it, cunt,” her Maid said horsely. “Tongue me faster. Make me cum.” Then a low growl came from her throat. “Don’t make me take the spoon to you.”

       Maria sat with her head thrown back, eyes squeezed tightly shut, making little squealing noises, relishing wave upon wave that washed over her. She could hear her tongue slave trying to breathe and pulled her face harder into the vee between her legs. She looked down at the scene before her, and the sight caused another orgasm to hit. She squeezed the head tightly with her legs as she shook through her second orgasm.

       Finally she relaxed and let go of the hair she had been holding. Rebecca was able to move her head back an inch and precious air was sucked into her lungs. Breathing heavily, she rolled her eyes upward and saw the triumph in Maria’s eyes. The realization hit her that they could never go back to their previous employer/employee relationship. She shifted slightly to get the kink out of her neck. Her body let her know that it was stiff and sore from the awkward position. It also let her know that she had been close to cumming.

       Maria rose out of the chair and unfastened the straps from the back of the chair. Rebecca remained where she was, breasts still pushed through the rungs of the chair, fearful now of offending her Maid in any way. Maria grabbed her hair and pulled her from the chair, the straps following her tits as they came out from under the chair to hang down from her nipples. As Rebecca struggled to take up position 1, Maria tilted her head up.

       “That wasn’t very good, but then you haven’t had much practice, I suspect.”

       “No, Mistress, I haven’t, I'm sorry.”

       “A middle aged cunt who can’t even tongue me decently.” The voice indicated considerable disapproval. “You should be a pro by now,” she spat out.

       Rebecca marveled that this girl, who had seemed so subservient while managing the household tasks, was now in complete possession of the situation. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I’ll try harder to please you next time.”

       “Hrumph. Stand up and let me take your locks off.”

       They were soon removed and the high and mighty executive returned to a kneeling position. The straps crisscrossed her front and wrapped around her sides to her back where they were clipped together. They were just tight enough to cause a little pain. A short leash was attached to them and Maria stepped forward. Rebecca knew what would happen if the leash went taut, and moved on hands and knees to keep alongside. Everything went well until she was led around the sofa. She continued around as Maria stepped away. The searing pain in her nipples informed her of her mistake. She didn’t make that mistake again as she was led back and forth around the office and over to the window. “Stand against the window until your face and tits are flattened against it.” The window overlooked the street five stories below.

       “This is only a window. If you disappoint me by moving away, I will take you as you are now to meet all the executives in your company. Is that what you want?”

       “No, Mistress. Please, Mistress. Not that, Mistress. I will work harder to please you, Mistress.”

       “We’ll see. I wonder who is looking at this window right now.” Rebecca shivered at the thought, but the humiliating idea also caused a jolt to her clit.

       Her Domme ran a finger up the bald pussy from the back. “Damn bitch. You have cunt juice running down your leg.” As she held her against the window, she stroked her finger back and forth until she heard the moan she had been waiting for. Then she pushed that finger up her hole and moved it around until her breathing quickened and the ass in question began to gyrate. She laughed and pulled out her digit, wiping it on the ass cheek nearest to her.

       With that, the leashed woman was led back around the desk and over to the chair. Maria took off the straps and sat down as Rebecca knelt before her.

       “Turn over on your back and assume position 5,” was the command.

       Maria gazed down at the beauty sprawled out before her. The black hair was rumpled, breasts nice and firm, although still showing signs from the bruising last weekend. Tummy tight, legs toned, although in need of a little more tanning. The lips slicked apart when her legs were parted and Rebecca held them wide with her fingers. The waxing left nothing to the imagination down there.

       “Feet apart. Scooch forward.” The legs were now wide open with her knees at the side of the chair. Maria placed a shoe on the offered pussy and rotated the back of the heel back and forth. The moan told her all she needed to know. She put the tip of her shoe into the open vagina as far as it would go and moved it about. She could see an occasional tightening of the thighs.

       “Slut.”

       There was no response. “Soooo. You will ignore me again.”

       “No, Mistress. Yes, I am a slut.”

       She picked up the wooden spoon. “If I have to do the work, I will hit each breast 15 times.”

       “OH My GOD. They hurt so much last time. Please, Mistress. Have mercy.”

       “Or you could do it for me, I suppose. Then I would stop at, say 10 total, five on each one.”

       “Yes, I will do that one, Mistress.”

       “How would you hit them?”

       “Hard, Mistress. Very hard. I'll make them hurt. I’m sorry I’m stupid and slow to learn. I'll hit them so I will learn to serve you better.” She was panicky. “But please, give me something to deaden my screams.”

       “Go get your thong.” She scrambled quickly on all fours and returned with it in her mouth, breathing through her nose. She assumed the spread position with her legs either side of the chair. Maria handed her the dreaded wooden spoon. The Executive gripped it tightly, knowing her aim must be perfect. Shutting her eyes was out of the question. Right hand first.

       SMACK. Pain was reflected in the eyes and a low howl came from the seated woman as the rounded part of the spoon connected directly on her left nipple. She sat holding her breast, her breath hissing through her teeth. The flesh around the nipple, now distended had turned white, then immediately red at the blow.

       “Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

       She pulled the sodden panties out. “One. Thank you, Mistress.”

       “Next.”

       She swallowed and steeled herself for the ordeal. Left hand this time, bite down on the panties. She aimed for the right breast and prepared for the pain. The spoon swung and at the last moment, she squeezed her eyes shut and the spoon missed its mark, hitting her collarbone with a thug.

       “I'm sorry, Mistress,” she was aghast. “I'll do it again, harder this time.”

       “No, slut. It seems that you can't even do that right.” Rebecca was crying now. The cloverleaf clips were reattached, then the leash, and Maria led the way to the door of the office, with a frightened Rebecca in tow.

       “Please, Mistress. I'll make it up to you. Please not out there,” she was in a panic.

       With her hand on the doorknob, Maria said, “I'll pull you through by your tits if that is what you want.” She opened the door and led a sobbing Rebecca into the office of an astonished Mrs. Susan Davis.

       “Mrs. Dunbar is most embarrassed by the scene she made in the office a while ago, aren’t you?”

       “Y...Y...Yes, I am very sorry.”

       “Tell the nice lady who I am?”

       “M...M...My M…M…Mistress,” she thought she would die on the spot.

       “Shall we go on a tour of the building, or would you like to offer me an alternative?”

       Oh GOD, she is going to make me say it, “May I punish myself for you, Mistress.”

       “Punish yourself how?”

       Please God, let me die now, she prayed. I will hit my breasts...”

       “Tits.”

       “...my tits as hard as I can with the spoon.” Mrs. Davis could already see where the spoon had landed, as well as the bruises from the previous punishment. She shivered at the sight.

       “You will not disappoint me again?”

       “No, Mistress.”

       “Is there something you would like to ask Mrs. Davis about seeing you here today like this?”

       “Mrs. Davis, I know that this has been somewhat disturbing, but I would appreciate it if you could forget all about it.” Her secretary nodded.

       “Please see to it that we are not disturbed, Mrs. Davis,” the insolent Maid demanded. With that, they walked, or rather Rebecca crawled beside her as they went back into the office and closed the door. Maria sat back down in the chair and indicated that Rebecca return to her position.

       “Lay back.”

       “Yes, Mistress.” The shoe touched the open slit and Maria began to move it from her vagina to her pubic bone. The slosh from the wetness there was noticeable to both.

       “Cunt.”

       “Yes, I am nothing but a cunt, Mistress.”

       “No good, fuckin’ piss-drinking slut.”

       The shoe was driving her crazy. “Yes, Mistress. I am nothing but a fuckin’ piss slut.”

       “Now let's see if you can do it properly. Take up the spoon. She knew she couldn't hold back now, and her aim must be right on.

       “If you miss a shot, there are 2 penalty shots to that tit,” Rebecca nodded. If I don't think you hit hard enough, we'll start back at the beginning.” Rebecca moaned. “Or I can do them all myself and do the 30.”

       “No, No, I'll do it, Mistress.”

       “She took aim with her right hand again and hit with all her might. SMACK! She screamed into the gag and rolled around and around on the floor holding the injured breast. Maria smirked, “That was just barely adequate. Continue.”

       “One, Mistress.” How the hell could she ever get through this. She lay back down, her legs spread wide outside Maria's chair and took up the spoon in her left hand. She couldn't ease up and lose the pain from the first one. She had to keep her eyes open. She swung and connected with a loud SMACK! Again, she rolled around back and forth, screaming and holding the other breast. “Two,” she said when she could resume her position.

       Maria took the thin heel of her shoe and rubbed it up and down the exposed slit in front of her. “Make sure the rest are all at least that hard.” She wondered if she could bring her off this way. That would injure her pride.

       Back to the right hand. She couldn't hit the same spot again. Her nipples and the aureoles around them were bright red already, and smarted like crazy. She decided she would hit the top, bottom, and both sides of each breast on her last four strokes. She opted for the bottom first. Biting down on the panties hard,  SMACK!! Damn she rolled on her side and curled up in a fetal position holding her left breast, tears running down her cheeks. Maria watched and was pretty sure this was the last time she would have to worry about disobedience or insolence.

       “Continue, and cut all that rolling around. If you can't handle it, I'll tie you down and do the punishment.”

       “No, No, I can do it, Mistress. Three, Mistress. I'll try and stay still.”

       Left hand again. Can't shut my eyes like the first time. She aimed at the underside of her right breast and let fly, SMACK!! Mnmnmnmnmn, she cried into the gag, tears flowing again. She grabbed onto the hurt breast but didn't move away from Maria's heel. The Maid continued to stroke slowly up and down the gash lying in front of her, occasionally bringing the wider part of the back of her shoe into contact. “F...F...Four, Mistress.”

       “What have you learned from this?”

       “I have learned to treat you with the utmost respect, Mistress. Also that Your p...p...pussy is to be worshiped. I have learned that I need to obey you wherever you are, even here at my office.” The heel kept its movement, and a schlick sound accompanied it as it parted the oozing lips.

       “I will be merciful. If you can cum on my shoe with the 6th strike, I will let your punishment end there.”

       “Thank You, Mistress, Thank you. You won't regret your mercy. You will see, Mistress.”

       “But these last two had better be good ones. I want them back on your nipples like the first ones.”

       “Yes, Mistress.” Two more to go. I can do this, she said to herself. She became conscious of the shoe heel rubbing her engorged clit and cunt lips and began working her pelvis up and down to increase the sensation. She picked up the spoon in her right hand again. Damn this was going to hurt on that sore nipple. SMACK!!! Grrrrrrrrrrr, she grabbed the tit and squeezed hard, and bit on the panties trying not to scream. Sweat poured from her forehead as she squeezer her eyes tight waiting for the pain to subside. She was finally able to breathe, “F...F...Five, Mistress.

       O.K. Now I need to cum. She closed her eyes and thought about Kyle's beautiful cock. He was able to do the most amazing things with it. She remembered being with him the night after the party. As she replayed the scene in her head, the heel brought her closer and closer to cumming. HE would want her to cum this way. It would turn him on to see it. She was back in bed with him, and seeing her had given him a magnificent erection. She was just putting her mouth on him, tasting the salty precum when she felt herself start to spasm. She opened her eyes and aimed the spoon, striking with all her might on the defenceless right tit. As it hit, so did her orgasm. She didn't know whether she was in heaven or hell, as she grabbed the injured party while continuing to work her cunt up and down on the heel to extend the  explosion she was experiencing. Her tit was aching now, but she realized that last stroke didn't hurt as much as the other ones had.

       “Six, thank you, Mistress.”

       “All this work has made me horny. I think I'd like to cum again.”

       “Yes, Mistress. I will make this one good for you.”

Training Rebecca

Ch. 12

John Finds Out

       Saturday morning everything happened later than usual.  Rebecca was relaxing (if she ever could relax these days around John) in the living room with a third cup of coffee. John came downstairs, and sat across from her.

       “We need to talk.” She nodded, dreading the worst.

       “I know you didn't have your period last week.”

       “I...I thought...that is…”

       “There were no tampon wrappers in the waste basket.” His voice was that ominous soft tone she feared and she sat mute. “Were there?”

       “No. But my urinary tract infection...”

       He shook his head. “I called your doctor.” Her head was swimming. Everything was falling apart. “There was no doctor's appointment.”

       “But I...I,” she fell silent, not knowing what to say in her defense.

       “I now know that you have had fantasies I never knew about,” he held up her journal, her secret journal. Damn, How did he find that? “Why didn't you tell me about your fantasies?”

       “If you've read it, you know why I couldn't ever tell you or anyone else about them. They were so personal, so private, so…so….” She was mad that he had read them, and embarrassed that he had, all at the same time.

        “I know you have been seeing someone. I followed you to his house on Elmwood Place last Tuesday. I'm sure from the way you entered the house that it wasn't the first time either.” She shuddered. “The nipple studs, the tip less bra, and going without panties are for HIM, not for me. I know that now.” Tears were streaming down her face as he continued, “I also don't know what relationship you have developed with Maria in my absence. I know I've been away quite a bit, and I know we have grown apart. I want you to know I don't blame you for what you've done. My only request is that you don't fight me for joint custody of the boys.”

       This last shook her to the core. Her head was whirling out of control. She had to save her marriage. There was only one way she could see out of it without both of them going to jail. “John,” she was shaking now.

       “I don’t want to hear your excuses….”

       “John, PLEASE.”

       He shook his head and rose to leave the room.

       “JOHN,” she was crying now and continued before he could leave, “I knew our marriage was on the skids. You were staying away for longer and longer periods of time. I also knew that our sex life was in the toilet.” He turned at the doorway and looked back at her. “I…I…I sought help from someone I heard about. I wanted this expert to teach me to be sexual again, like I was at the beginning of our marriage, maybe even more so.”

       “A man,” his gaze was withering.

       She nodded. “He is teaching me,” she hesitated, took a deep breath, then went through with it, “he is teaching me how to submit to a man as in my fantasies.”

       “You submit? I can't believe that.”

       “It's true. I know I can be rather controlling at times,” he snorted. “Yes, I've had some fantasies I've never shared with you, or with anyone. Now I've made the ultimate sacrifice to save our marriage.” She had made the start, she had to finish it. “I wanted to learn to be your submissive, to do what you say, when you say to do it. But I didn't know how to come out and tell you this. I didn't really even know what it all meant, or that it could happen in real life. I figured you would think me weird, perverted and I was scared as hell to give up my control. My teacher doesn't think my submission is strange; he says it is natural. What he has done is to bring out my sexuality, and it makes me horny all the time.” She smiled through the tears, “I can even give a dynamite blow job now-and yes, I do swallow”.

       “So you want me to believe that you have done all this for me? What do you take me for an idiot?”

       “Can you think of any other reason why I would submit myself, and I do mean submit myself, to any man?”

       He stood in silence before sitting back down. “What about Maria?”

       It all had to come out. “Wh…when I am home, I…I…I am ordered to pee,” she hesitated, “in a special glass only Maria can hold for me.”

       “That I would have to SEE to believe,” his eyebrows went up.

       “Sometimes she requires me to do other things before allowing me to…to…to relieve myself,” she blushed, knowing that he had seen it all but still found it difficult to talk about. “It has given her a sense of power which has gone to her head, I'm afraid.”

       “But she is our MAID.”

       His wife nodded and said in a soft voice, “My teacher said it was a necessary task for me to learn submission.”

       He said thoughtfully, still not fully convinced. “I guess that is what I happened in on?” She nodded again.

       “Do you like doing it with her?”

       “I'm not sure now. It was the most horrible thing I have ever had to do when it began. I know I wouldn't have done it willingly. Maybe with a different woman...” She thought briefly about Joanna, and felt the tell-tale tingle in her loins that answered the question for her.

       “Have her bring you the ‘special’ glass.”

       “No, Please, not now,” she was pleading with him.

       “Yes, NOW,” his voice was quiet, but firm.

       She sat, her brain spinning, trying to think of a way out of this situation. But there was none she could fathom. “Maria,” she stood and called out to the kitchen, “bring my special glass, please”.

       Maria appeared in the doorway. “In there?”

       “Yes, please.”

       Maria re-entered the room holding the glass. Rebecca blushed as her husband read the inscription, 'Rebecca's Piss' on the side. She motioned for Maria to sit where she was, directly opposite John.

       “No way,” John said quickly. He wasn't going to miss out on seeing the action. “Sit here on the couch next to me.”

       Rebecca pulled up her flannel nightgown to just below the bottom of her pussy, hoping she could go without John catching sight of the locks. There had already been enough revelations for one evening, but she knew he would see them soon anyway unless she could get Kyle to remove them. She spread her legs and Maria placed the glass in its strategic position. “I know I can go,” she said with a strained smile. She had drunk three cups of coffee and it usually went right through her. But even though it was her husband, perhaps because it was her husband, nothing happened.

       “I can't see anything. Lift your gown up a little,” he asked.

       “Wait, here it comes.” And true to her word the pssst sound accompanied the yellow urine which was expelled with great force into the glass.

       “Stop,” Maria commanded. John watched in awe as his wife cut the pee in mid-stream.”

       “Go.” She let her pc muscles relax and the stream began anew.

       “Stop.” She could definitely feel the muscles that controlled this personal function since she had begun with the kegelcizer. The Maid continued starting and stopping until her bladder was empty.

       Maria handed her a Kleenex from her pocket and she dabbed it up under the edge of her dressing gown and put it into the glass. “Thank you,” she said sweetly as Maria left the room with the glass. “Now do you believe me?”

       “It does put a whole new light on things.” John sat and pondered the situation. “But where do I fit into all this. It sounds to me like you and this, this sexpert have quite the thing going. You have your sex drive, you get screwed, I am assuming HE gets screwed, but I am left out of it.”

       “Let me see if I can introduce you to him. I'm sure he will be able to help,” she forced a smile, but had no idea that it was true. She had hoped her affair with Kyle could be kept secret, but the demands on her were too great for that to happen. There didn't seem to be any other option.

       She went in search of Maria and managed to get Kyle's phone number out of her. Calling him, she apologized for having disturbed him, but said something drastic had come up. She explained the situation and begged him to allow John to be a part of the training. Maybe he could learn the ropes, so to speak, and their marriage could be saved. Kyle for his part said he never had any intention of destroying their marriage. If this was the only way to save it, he would do what he could. An appointment was set up for later that same day.

       A very nervous Rebecca got into the car ahead of John and raised her skirt before sitting down. She never got use to the erotic feeling of the leather upholstery against her bare skin. John followed a minute later, and drove the short way from their house. John couldn't help but notice her nipples poking against the front of the pull-over she was wearing. She sat in trepidation, thinking that this was one of those defining moments in their lives. She glanced at her watch as she opened the car door: six minutes to seven. One foot after the other, up the walk at as though everything was moving in slow motion, her husband following close behind. When they reached the porch she announced that she was expected to be naked when she entered the house, that it was all a part of her losing her inhibitions. Before he could respond, she gripped the bottom of the pull-over and raised it over her head, leaving her upper torso bare except for the nipple studs. She stripped to garter belt and stockings and pulled her collar out of her purse in case it was needed. She didn't look at him when her padlocks were revealed, and he made no comment. Then taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell and stood facing the door.

       A naked Joanna answered the door. John didn't let on that they had met before and she ushered them into the living room. Rebecca took her required position on the floor, and John looked around the room and finally sat on the couch. They waited for a few agonizing minutes until Kyle entered. He handed Rebecca a towel and told her to sit on one of the chairs.

       “Now, we have a dilemma. Rebecca tells me that you know something about her training. Have you ever seen a submissive being trained before?” John shook his head. “Do you know anything about taking the role of a Dominant?” Again the shake of the head. “I will allow you to watch, but if you try and interfere in any way, your time here will be finished forever. Do I make myself clear?”

       “Yes. Is it Mr. Laughlin?”

       “My name is Kyle and I would prefer that you use it. Your wife addresses me in a different way.”

       “I understand, Kyle.”

       “I would also encourage you to ask questions as I go along.” John nodded.

       “Position 1.” As she went into position, Kyle’s gaze remained on John and he lectured as though in a classroom. “The first step in submission is to learn obedience in simple things. Rebecca has learned 6 positions for me. They are designed to show off the many special attributes of a woman. They reinforce the fact that when I speak, she will obey. You will notice how her heels touch in back, how her knees open into a vee, how her elbows are 180 degrees from her body. Her stomach is held in and her breasts are thrust out.”

       John nodded again, trying to memorize the finer details of the position.

       “She has also accepted certain changes in her body.”

       “So I have seen.”

       He spoke to his kneeling submissive although he continued to look at John, “What are you thinking, Rebecca?”

       “I…I  am not so much thinking, as feeling, M...M...M...Master,” there she had gotten the word out in front of her husband. “I am uncertain as to what you will do or what you will require of me. I am also uncomfortable having my husband here.”

       “Do you want him to go?”

       “No, Master. And thank you Master for letting him come with me this evening.”

       “Are you wet?”

       She hadn't even thought about it through her nervousness. “I...” she looked down and saw the dribble of juice oozing out from her padlocked cunt-lips which had run down on the edges of her thighs. “Yes, I must be, Master.”

       “What happened to her breasts?” John asked.

       “That was Maria's doing. It seems that your wife pissed her off the other day. I would have to say that she likes taking her punishments out on them. Whatever it was, I don't think Rebecca will be doing it again.”

       “No, Master,” she answered without being asked and left no doubt about his statement being true.

       “You said there were six positions, Kyle?”

       “Yes. Ask her to take position 2.”

       “Take position 2, Rebecca,” her husband said.

       She didn't know which way to face since the two men weren't seated together. She opted to turn her ass toward her Master and parted her cheeks as she had been taught. “John gave the command, so you will turn and open yourself to him,” her Master corrected. She hurried to fix her mistake.

       John saw a part of his wife she had forever kept hidden from him. It was so delicious, so erotic, so decadent. “Why does she do this?” John asked. “Why does she obey a command that is obviously so humiliating for her?”

       “There is in every woman a desire to submit. For some it is very weak, in others it is very strong. Many will not give in to it because the consequences of giving up control are too great. To yield the body is easy; women do it every day, even though they may not be interested in sex. To yield the mind is to give up control of the will and that opens up a part of a woman she would rather people not see, especially her husband.

       “Many more women will not do it because there is no dominant available who understands the depths of their desire for submission and how to encourage it. Most men don't understand this in a woman, and are therefore unable and unworthy to receive this gift. These men would either take advantage of the woman, thinking she was weak and pliable to his whim, or simply wouldn't understand how she feels. Many a submissive woman has been looked down upon by a boyfriend or husband as strange and weird for wanting to give up control. Society looks at the exterior of the relationship—she gives, he gets. They don't understand that for the submissive, giving IS receiving what she wants.

       For his part, a Dominant takes on a grave responsibility. It is the responsibility that comes with great power. When a Master takes on a submissive, he takes on great power, but must know how to use it responsibly.”

       “Doesn't he just get what he wants?” John asked.

       “No, his responsibility is to bring out her submission. To accept it as a gift. To be sure that the fact that she is giving up control doesn't bring her harm, physically or emotionally. To understand how erotic her submission makes her feel and not make her feel as though she is a sexual misfit because she doesn't fit into socially accepted patterns.”

       Rebecca had never heard the theoretical underpinnings of what Kyle had been doing to her. She had thought early on that it was about him getting his way, but she came to realize it was much more that that. His every step had been calculated to reach deep into her mind. She listened to the speech with interest but was tiring of the position she still held. She shifted slightly, and was rewarded by a resounding smack on the ass. “You know better than to move when in position.”

       “Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.”

       “Come here and take Position 3.” She stood, legs apart, with her hands behind and breasts thrust out. He took out a key and unlocked and removed the padlocks. “They are intended to remove her cunt from her control. She is able to pee through them, although it does make keeping herself clean a bit more of a challenge. He inserted a finger into her vagina, hooked it, and pulled her closer. His legs forced hers farther apart. He sniffed at her pubic area. “Yes, she is doing well with her hygiene. If you are interested and able to become her Dom, you will be given a key for them. If not...” he shrugged. “We will have to take out the bottom two locks next week when her period arrives. She should wear something that makes it obvious that she is menstruating. I like a necklace with some sort of red jewel in it.”

       “I can get her one,” John offered.

       “She will have to bring it to you to put on, and only you will take it off at the end of her menstrual period. The decision to wear it is not hers to control. She will just have to carry around panty liners if her flow starts at work.”

       John nodded. This was becoming more involved that he thought.

       “Now try the other 3 positions.”

       “Position 4,” John spoke a little more firmly and she struggled into the backbend position.

       “You will note how tight her skin is in this position. The blood also drains to her head, making her a little light-headed. She is very open and vulnerable. If I wanted to squeeze her sore breasts, I could do it, and she would let me. Let's try the nipples instead.” They were still a little sore but not black and blue like the rest of them. She moaned as he stroked them with the back of his hand, then pulled them away from her body into even firmer erection, before twisting each one lightly.

       “It also gives easy access to her cunt.” With that, her husband watched him finger her vaginal opening. The slurping sound left no question about her excitement. Very slowly, he brought her up until she was on the edge. She fought it, not wanting her husband to see her responding to her Master. But she knew it was a losing proposition.

       “Please, may I cum, Master?” she gasped.

       “In a minute. Just think of my finger. Think of what it's doing to you.”

       “I am, Master. I am. It is all I can think about.”

       “But you want to cum in order to feel good. You like to feel good, don't you?”

       “No, Master. I want to cum for you,” her thighs were shaking now in desire. “But, yes, it will make me feel good too,” she couldn't lie to him.

       “Do you think your husband would like to see you cum like this?”

       “I…I don’t know, Master.”

       “Fuck my finger.”

       She moved back and forth as much as she could while in her back bend position. He moved in little circles hitting her G spot on the roof of her vagina as she gyrated. “Make me proud of how much you want to cum. Of how you're waiting for my command.”

       She lurched herself forward to impale herself fully on his finger and jerk back off from it.

       “You can do better than that. Harder.”

       “Yes, Master. “ She tried to impale herself completely on the outstreatched finger. Her muscles were cramping up.

       SLAP! He used his free hand to leave a red mark on her unprotected inner thigh. “Work my finger. Fuck it.”

       She began shrieking, flailing her head about, looking like she was in agony. Faster and faster she moved, a contortionist on a mission.

       “Cum.” John watched with fascination as the staid, practical woman he had married came screaming against the single finger offered by this man he had just met. He could see her shake with the force of her orgasm. She screamed loudly, her eyes shut tight against the contractions, her thighs tight as rubber bands. When she could catch a breath, she thanked him over and over for letting her cum, oblivious that her husband was even in the room. As she came down from her peak, light-headed and disoriented, John realized how uncomfortable his pants were fitting. He adjusted them and Kyle said, “Why don't you try her out? Which hole would you like?”

       “You mean...”

       Kyle nodded. “She has three which are available. You had better give her a break for a few minutes, to recover, though.”

       John smiled, “Perhaps later I'll take a test drive.”

       It was almost nine o'clock when they got into their car to drive home, John noticed her pulling her skirt up before sitting down and raised an eyebrow.

       She took a deep breath and exhaled. “I am not to sit on my skirt, and I am to keep my legs open at all times,” she explained.

       “And you do that even when Kyle isn't around and can't see you?”

       “I...that is...Yes, I do. Please don't ask me to explain why I do it, because I don't know myself.”

       “Why does he have you sit that way?”

       “Closing my legs is a sign that I am hiding something, that I am not open, not available. I always have to be available. And as for sitting bare-ass,” she smiled at the phrase, “Master said I will soil my skirt sitting on it because...because I am horny all the time.”

       “So you are sitting directly on the leather seat?”

       “Yes.”

       “You do that in your office too?”

       “That is my requirement.”

       “And how about the other? Are you horny all the time now?”

       “It is unbelievable. I can't remember a time I wasn't on edge since my instructions began.”

       They drove in silence the rest of the way and walked into the living room with Rebecca pulling up the back of her skirt as she sat down. He was in thought. “So this is the secret you have been hiding this week.”

       “I...I didn't know how to break it to you. I didn't have any idea the training would be this intense. I want our marriage to succeed. I love you and am willing to do whatever it takes.”

       “And this submission really makes you horny?”

       “I am wet all the time now,” she gave a rueful smile.

       “You want me to take control of our sex life.”

       “No, I want you to take control, period. This is about more than just sex. And for it to work, you will need to be home a lot more. Do you think you can do it?”

       “When I issue a command to assume a position in our house, you will go immediately to our bedroom, unless I direct otherwise. Is that clear?”

       “Yes.” She said nodding.

       “A more respectful answer would be more appropriate, I think,” he arched his right eyebrow.

       “Yes, Sir.”

       “Position 1.” She took a deep breath. There was no other choice. She had to make this work. She rose and climbed the steps to the bedroom, stripped to garter belt, stockings and shoes and knelt in the middle of the floor assuming the position she had been taught.

       “You have withheld sex from me for a long time.”

       “I didn’t mean…Yes, I'm sorry, Sir. Please forgive me. I…I…I will make it up to you.” She felt a tremor in the pit of her stomach and could feel the juices flow again. She had wondered if she could feel the same way with John as she did with Kyle, and now had her answer.

       “Come over here,” he sat in a straight-back chair. She started to get up, then caught herself and crawled over to him on hands and knees.

       “You will be punished for that.”

       “Yes, Sir,” she laid herself over his lap waiting for what she knew would happen.

       Her raised his hand, SMACK! “One, thank you, Sir.”

       SMACK! “Two, thank you, Sir.”

       His hand was smarting after 10. By then, she was yelping in pain, but by the time they closed in on 20, she was just moaning between his strikes and she was trying to rub herself, padlocks and all, against the obvious protrusion in his pants. He smiled at her reaction and appreciated the deliciously red color of her beautiful ass.

       “Please, Sir, May I cum,” she asked?

       He was amazed that punishment like this could get her off. “Your locks are back in and I haven't had any relief. Could you cum like this without engaging in sex?”

       “I...I’M not sure, but I think I could, Sir.”

       “We will hold off for the time being. Assume position 2.”

       “Yes, Sir,” she hurried to obey. “And Sir, thank you for correcting me and giving me another chance to please you.”

       He shook his head at the change in his wife and looked at the ass pulled opened for his pleasure. Later, he relaxed and couldn't think of a time he had enjoyed sex more. Even more amazing was the way she responded to his exploration of that long-forbidden entrance.

       The next evening, after their training session, they went out for dinner. She seemed to be more respectful of him than before, more attentive to what he was saying. She excused herself and rose to go the lady's room.

       “Were you given permission?” he asked with a frown.

       “No, Sir,” she was amazed at how quickly she fell into a submissive mode. It brought a tingle to her locked clit when he responded that way. It was very erotic when he took command of the situation. She sat back down and waited expectantly for his permission.

       They ordered their dinner, and she began to fidget in her seat. “You may go and use the urinal,” he said graciously.

       “But, Sir, the urinals are...”

       “...in the men's room, yes. See that you don't take too long.”

       She really did have to pee now. She looked for the restrooms and watched to see if anyone was going in the men's room. When no one had for a couple of minutes, she took a deep breath and excused herself. At the last second, she made the turn away from the lady's room and pushed the door open. No one was visible and she grabbed a handful of toilet paper from a stall. Then she hurried to pee. She pulled up her skirt, thankful she didn't have any panties on to get in the way. She stepped up and spread her legs so she could get as close as possible, straddling the bottom of the urinal. She pushed. Nothing. She pushed again. She was in a panic. She had to go, and go fast.

       Just then a gentleman entered the restroom. He saw her standing at a urinal and looked back at the door to see if he had entered the wrong place. He hadn't. She was about to tear herself out of there and sit in agony when her stream exploded into the urinal.

       “Lady's room full?” he queried looking appreciatively at the bare ass below the raised skirt as the sound of her piss hitting the urinal echoed in the room.

       “Yes, Sir. I thought I would burst. Those bitches take forever in there.”

       She dabbed at herself with the toilet paper and threw it into the urinal before flushing it. It didn't go down but she didn't notice. She ran water over her hands and left with them wringing wet. The gentleman stood spellbound and watched her leave still holding the door.

       They visited Elmwood Place for the next couple of days. John learned more about the role of a Dom, and Rebecca experienced, sometimes with both of them at the same time, the deeper joys of submission.

       Rebecca was blossoming at work. She was more sure of herself, more decisive, yet strangely, more in tune with her employees. Mrs. Davis showed no signs of having ever seen her with Maria, and none of it got around the business. She made a note to give a raise to a private secretary with that much discretion.

       On their fourth visit together Kyle asked if John had purchased a necklace for his wife.

       “Yes, I found one that is quite exquisite. Her period should be arriving any day now, she says.”

       “Good. Rebecca is becoming more comfortable taking orders from you. Always be sure she respects you and your authority. Also, let her know that in spite of punishments and discipline, you really care about her, that it is your care for her that requires the punishment. It is sometimes nice, though, to give a spanking or another form of discipline to help train her, or just because it pleases you,” he smiled. “But she should know the difference.”

       “Here is a key to her locks. It is necessary to leave them on only as long as you wish. They have fulfilled their intended purpose with me. That she may only cum with permission when she is with you is a given. Even when you decide to remove them permanently, or semi-permanently, I would strongly urge that Rebecca have to ask and receive permission before masturbating. It makes her feel more submissive, and reinforces your role as her Dom. She is progressing on the Kegelcizer. In only a week, she has gone from level 1 to level 3, so Maria informs me.”

       John nodded. “She has complained about being sore 'down there', but that is only normal as those muscles are being toned. Maria is working with her twice a day and she is contracting them between sessions on the Kegelcizer. As you suggested, I use her sexually in other ways while she is getting her cunt in shape. When she reaches level 5, I will reward her by taking her vaginally.”

       Rebecca was holding position 1 through all this. They spoke of her as though she wasn't there. Like a thousand other little things Kyle did, it merely reinforced the submissive relationship she had with him, and now with John

       “I would like to use her at a party I am giving in a couple of weeks,” the Master said. “You will be invited, of course.”

       John nodded, “She should be over her period by then. Will she serve or be entertainment?”

       “She will serve. I have a new girl that will be providing the entertainment. My parties are never dull, are they slut?”

       “No, Master. At least not the one I attended.” A broad smile crossed her face, “I think I enjoyed the time afterward more than Joanna did though.”

       “You will have to tell me about it later,” her husband said.

       They quickly put her through her paces, then Joanna joined them and Kyle led them down to the dungeon he had built in the basement. It was her first time there, and she marveled at everything he had in this house. The four experimented for over an hour until Rebecca, five orgasms later, was exhausted. They showered in a large, luxurious bathroom in the basement, and left for home.

       The next evening, John and Rebecca were relaxing in the bedroom when Maria knocked on the open door with an armful of washed clothing. “Position 1,” he said with authority. Rebecca was about to protest but closed her mouth when she saw Maria setting the clothing on a chair and removing her clothing. She quickly stripped and knelt in the center of the room facing him next to her Maid. She had been wearing panties and had to peel off the panty liner, which had stuck to her pussy. Maria hadn't been wearing hose and was completely nude. What the hell is going on with Maria here? ran through her mind as she waited on her husband.

       “You have a request?” he asked her.

       It was even more embarrassing with Maria in the room. “Sir, I have my period.”

       “Go and get the necklace from my dresser.” He admired her swaying ass as she crawled there on hands and knees and pulled down the carved wooden box that held it. Carrying it to him on three ‘legs’, he took it out of the satin-lined box and placed it around her neck. The red ruby was set in a gold filigree and seemed on fire framed by her black hair, white breasts, and tanned neck

       “Position 3, Rebecca.” She stood and assumed the position while he removed the padlocks. “You may go and attend to yourself in the bathroom.”

       “May I walk there?”

       “No. And return as soon as you are finished.”

       They know exactly what I am going to be doing there, she blushed as she crawled away. He ordered Maria over and worked her nipples between thumb and forefinger while they waited.

       When she crawled out of the bathroom he ordered them into position 1 again.

       “ I understand that you failed to hold the Kegelcizer twice this morning. Did Maria punish you for it?”

       “No, Sir. She said the punishment was up to you. But there is a wicked, mean shock when I fail at it, Sir. Isn't that punishment enough?”

       “Hmmmm. Come over here. No, I didn't say to stand up. You must learn to listen.”

       “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” He gripped a nipple and looked into her eyes as he put more and more pressure on it. He finally saw pain in her eyes, but no resistance. “Take position 5.” She lay back, knees wide and feet drawn up almost to her tush, her fingers and thumbs spreading her sex lips wide apart. He looked at her, so open, so available. The telltale string hung down between her legs.

       “Play with yourself.” She took a deep breath. He hadn't asked this of her yet and she had never masturbated in her presence. But her fingers started moving as of their own accord. The left hand continued to hold her lips open, and the right fingers to stroke up and down her slit before running circles around her clit. She was wet already.

       “Lick off your fingers.” She licked and sucked at them loudly so he would know of her obedience.

       “Pinch your nipples for me. Harder. Still harder. Good. Now back down to your clit. Make it sing for me.” Her ass began to move up and down against the floor.

       “Maria,” he called. “Suck on her clit.”

       “I am NOT going to suck on that puta,” she spat. “She can suck on me. Besides, she is on the rag.” There was fire in her eyes as she looked at John defiantly.

       Rebecca had never seen her husband move so fast. He launched out of the chair, grabbed the Mexican maid by the hair with his right hand, and dragged her screaming over to the chest of drawers. Next to it was a bag she had never seen before. He pried it open with a hand, brought out a pair of handcuffs, and closed them on her wrists. Then he grabbed rope from the bag and dragged her over to the bed. Her arms were raised over her head and a length of rope attached as he knelt with a  knee across her chest. The other end was tied loosely to the headboard. He pulled her feet so she slid down the bed until her butt rested on the edge, her legs bent at an awkward angle. Then other lengths of rope secured her flailing feet to the feet of the bed, leaving her very open and feeling vulnerable. She protested loudly, squawking and spitting out epitaphs in Spanish throughout the proceedings.

       “You will learn to obey without question,” he told her, speaking slowly in a calm voice that belied his demeanor. He left and Rebecca could hear the muffled sounds of a phone call. She continued to rub her clit as she watched in amazement as Maria thrashed in her bonds. He returned a couple of minutes later with a wooden spoon and a rubber spatula.

       “Rebecca, on the bed. It is your turn to administer punishment. Let’s see how she responds to the spoon.”

       Maria’s eyes were big. “You can’t do that to me. I am only a hired Maid. Please don’t let her hit me.”

       “Proceed, Rebecca.”

       “No, Sir. I will do it. Please, Sir, not there. I can’t take it there, Sir, they are too sensitive,” the tied woman pleaded. “I…I made a mistake. I will obey you. I will suck her off.”

       Rebecca was standing by the bed looking down with satisfaction at the large breasts stretched taut. This was pay-back, big time. She was going to enjoy this. She took the spoon from John and knelt over Maria’s head, her string not quite hitting Maria’s face.

       “Suck me, bitch,” she spat. Maria tried to raise her head, but the arms strung tight over her head didn’t allow much leeway, and she wasn’t able to reach the slit she could see overhead. “What? You will ignore me,” the black-haired executive brought the spoon down on an unprotected globe with a satisfying smack. Maria screamed and tried harder to raise her head, tongue just short of the mark. Again the arm was raised and the wood connected with a loud smack on the other breast. Rebecca smiled at the resulting scream. John looked on from his position between the Maid’s legs with satisfaction.

       “Still nothing,” Rebecca taunted. “You are worthless as a cunt-sucker.”

       “No please. I will do it. I will show you how I can suck your sweet cunt.”

       “Go on then, whore. Do it.” She brought the spoon down again, harder than before. The wooden spoon pushed the nipple into the breast with a sharp retort before allowing it to return pushing up hard in its agony.

       Maria contorted in pain. She pulled on the ropes, twisting and turning until she could get enough slack that she could raise her head another inch. She could just touch the bottom of the cunt above her with the tip of her extended tongue.

       “Pitiful,” Rebecca chided her, all the humiliation and pain the Maid had caused her in the past few weeks coming to the surface. She bent and let go with another whollop to the sensitive tit flesh stretched out below her.

       “Aiiiiieeeeeee,” Maria twisted again in the ropes seeking leverage to raise her head farther. John went to his bag again and came back with clothespins. He put three on each cunt lip and duct taped each side to a leg. Maria strained upwards, her neck muscles tight as drums, licking as much as she could reach. She was able to reach the clit occasionally, but most of the licking was done just below there. She put aside the taste of a woman in her menstrual period and worked like her life depended on it.

       “I can’t believe a woman of your age would be so poor at cunt-sucking,” Rebecca mocked. “Hit her, Please, Sir,” she looked her husband. He took the spatula and hit one thigh, then the other, back and forth. “No, not there. Hit her right on her fucking clit,” her words shocked her husband and the venom in her voice left no doubt that she was seeking revenge.

       “No, No, let me suck your sweet cunt, Mistress,” Maria begged. “I’ll serve you. You’ll see. Things will be different.” She stretched even higher and just connected with the clit.

       Rebecca brought down the spoon again, and John followed, smacking the spatula on the pink flesh he had opened up between the clipped lips.

       “Aiiieeeeeee. No…No more, please. I’ll be obedient. I’ll suck cunt. I’ll suck your cock anytime you want. You can take my ass. Anything. Please no more.”

       “I think at least two more are in order as punishment,” John told her. “You count them, and thank us for correcting you.”

       “Do you think that is enough?” asked Rebecca, thinking about how much more pain she had endured. John smiled at her as if to say, just wait.

       “Count them, Puta,” he ordered.

       Rebecca raised her hand and John did likewise. They brought them down at the same instant, left breast and engorged clit taking the pain together. Maria tried to curl up as she screamed in pain, but the ropes made that impossible. Finally she gasped, “One, thank you for correcting me, Master and Mistress.” Could she make it through one more, she wondered? Damn, but it hurt.

       She tensed, still feeling the pain from her injured flesh, watching between her legs for the signal that more pain was on its way. They coordinated their efforts again, and she watched as their arms moved in unison leaving her screaming in pain. “Two, thank you for correcting me, Master and Mistress,” she finally got out.

       Rebecca continued to kneel with her knees either side of Maria’s head. “Grab the string in your teeth,” she ordered. Maria looked at the slit above her, the end of the string now resting on her face.

       “No, you can’t be serious,” she was pleading now. “Sir, please don’t make me…”

       Rebecca lifted the spoon. Maria’s “No, wait,” was a little too late, and the spoon hit the reddened nipple area with great force. The shriek that resulted was deafening. Rebecca struck again before the scream had ended.

       “Now?” Rebecca asked. The Maid, tears streaming down her face, lifted her head and did as instructed gripping the string in her teeth. “Pull it part way out.” Maria’s eyes were fixated on the opening above her as she left her neck muscles relax. When the tampon was part way out, she let go of the string. “Good girl. Now grab the tampon with your teeth and pull it out.” Maria was going to be sick to her stomach, she just knew it. Her attention focused back on her aching breasts and cunt and she pushed aside all her reservations and stretched up again. This time her teeth gripped the bottom of the tampon and it slid out and she pulled back.

       “Now chew on it.” Maria gagged as it entered her mouth. She gagged again as the foul taste hit her tongue. But she had no choice. She made chewing motions with her mouth, trying not to swallow. “Suck it all out. If there is any left on the tampon when you are done, I’ll turn your tits black and use this spoon on your clit.”

       Maria chewed and sucked in earnest now. She gagged again as the first mouthful was swallowed and fought to keep it down. She knew it hadn’t been in for very long and there shouldn’t be much juice there from her period, but she wasn’t going to take any chances. The humiliation was nothing against the pain she would avoid. When she figured there could be nothing left but her own saliva, she said “It iff clean now, Mifress.”

       Rebecca examined the wet tampon and pronounced it clean. “Now let’s see if you can do what you were ordered before.” She settled her weight onto the face below her and gripped tender nipples between thumb and forefinger.

       Maria went into a frenzy, sucking and licking the pussy that pushed her head into the bed. She could barely breath. She aimed for the clit to get her boss off as soon as possible and end this nightmare. Rebecca pulled and twisted the nipples of her Maid, and found that it gave her pleasure to encourage Maria in her task. She had been horny before and knew she wouldn’t last very long. She looked down at the engorged clit, surrounded by black hair. If she had to encourage her farther, a finger flick or two directly on her clit would do it. The jolt she got thinking about it put her over the edge, and she came, twisting a nipple and grinding her cunt into the face beneath her.

       The doorbell rang and John left to answer it. Rebecca lay back on the bed panting. Maria’s eyes were closed, great gulps of air entering her lungs after her ordeal.

       ”Vhat have Ve hier,” a foreign female voice said from the doorway.

       Maria looked up to see a slight blonde, about middle age, standing there encased in leather. Her mouth smiled, but here eyes were hard as rocks. “I think a week should do it, but we can extend it if necessary,” John told her from behind.

       Rebecca cringed as Mistress Schmidt walked over to the bed and looked down at her as though she wanted to suck the life out of her. “No, the Maid,” John said and her gaze shifted from Rebecca to the form tied to the bed with raised eyebrow.

       “She vill be a changed person when I return the cunt,” Frau Schmidt ran the back of her fingernails down the front of the prostrate body. She turned it to pull off the duct tape, then the clothespins. Maria gasped at the pain. “Soooo, you wouldn’t suck cunt?” She smiled, “She vill beg to suck every cunt in town-especially ones having their periods..”

       She took off the glove from her left hand and laid it on Maria’s stomach. Her leather clad hand went to Maria’s nipple and she looked her in the eyes as she clamped down between thumb and forefinger. Her smile pushed the corners of her mouth slightly up as the pain registered. A chill went through the Maid as the blonde dominatrix reached down with her free hand and gripped her cunt hair with her fingers. The pressure on her nipple increased and the nipple was twisted to increase the pain. The Frau watched as Maria’s eyes filled with pain and she began breathing with short, shallow breaths. Without looking down, the fingers of her left hand entwined in cunt hair and lifted with a jerk, the surprisingly strong woman lifting the Maid’s pelvis off the edge of the bed.

       A piercing scream filled the air. Frau Schmidt let go and pulled a ball gag from the John’s bag. “Open vide. Ve can’t have ze neighbors disturbed.”

       “Please, John, Sir, Mistress. Please don’t let her take me. I’ll obey you. I want to obey you. I’ll even suck off Rebecca. I’ll be your obedient cunt.”

       “Too late. It is time you learned your place,” said John.

       “Nooooooooooo.” Maria shut her mouth tightly as the Dominatrix reached with the ball gag. Frau Schmidt pinched her nose shut, whereupon Maria opened her lips slightly, baring her teeth so the gag wouldn’t go in. The blonde women smiled and drove a fist into the Maid’s stretched belly. Maria’s eyes bugged out and she opened her mouth to scream. The noise was muffled in an instant as the ball was seated into place and the straps quickly buckled behind her head.

       “Untie the bitch.”

       Rebecca untied the rope from her hands and John did her feet. Frau Schmidt grasped a nipple and pulled as Maria struggled to follow the lead down to the floor at the bottom of the bed. Cloverleaf nipple clips on a lead were attached with an muffled moan and the blonde dominatrix pulled on them to lead her “student” out of the room.

       “Wwwwmmmm…,” Maria begged. “Mmmmmnn,” imploring eyes looked at John as she lurched forward, hands still shackled, to keep the tension off her sore nipples.

       “It is instruction that will do you good,” he smiled at her. “And thanks for helping out, Alena.” he looked at the blonde dominatrix, “I’ll be in touch with you this week to see how she is progressing.”

       She nodded. Maria moved awkwardly forward to avoid the clamps gripping her tender nips.

       “Don’t worry about clothing,” John continued, “Frau Schmidt will provide anything you need. We will see you in about a week- that is unless you need additional instruction.” Maria was led out of the door at that point. She stumbled down the stairs, still on hands and knees as her teacher held her by the hair to steady her descent.

       The tension was thick in the room as they heard the front door close. They knew Maria was being led naked, and Rebecca knew what it felt like to be naked outside where anyone could see. John undressed and sat back down in the chair, obviously aroused. He looked down and Rebecca slid off from the bed and crawled over to him, putting her hands around his middle to pull herself closer. She hadn’t realized before what a beautiful cock he had. She gazed at it for a few seconds, then lifted it up and licked the ball sack under it before licking up the length to concentrate on the head.

       “You may rub your clit.”

       She slid a hand down and did as he had ordered. She smiled to herself, determined to make this the blowjob he would never forget.

       Afterward, Rebecca cleaned him off with her tongue without thinking and crawled into bed, her body lying across the side of her husband. She wiggled her body against his, her unlocked cunt resting on his leg. “Thank you for letting me cum, Master,” she said with feeling, “I feel like I’ve finally come home”.

Finis.