Rape

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?”
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 40th 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.
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.
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.

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