Training Rebecca

Training Rebecca Ch. 06

by simplysizzling©

Sorry about the one I posted here a few years ago—it obviously wasn’t the final edit. If you haven’t read the other chapters, I would urge you to do so before reading this one. Ch. 7-10 are done and I’ll be sending them in over the next couple of weeks. the last chapter is in the works now. As always, I appreciate hearing from readers as well as reading comments here. Enjoy!!

She had finally made it to Friday, she thought as she awoke. She usually looked forward to the days just before John came home, but now she was filled with trepidation. She threw on some clothes and went in search of Maria with her special glass. She didn't know what to do about Maria, who was letting her newfound power go to her head. Wednesday night she had held the glass for her and she saw the surprise in her eyes when she saw the piercings on her cunt. That was followed by a certain sense of pleasure at the discomfort of her boss. Last night, she had gone to Maria's room just before bed and Maria had reminded her that her needs hadn't been met since Wednesday morning. Rebecca blushed at the memory. The maid demanded a repeat performance and didn't let Rebecca up to pee until she had cum twice, commending her with a smile on her talented tongue. It was disgusting but at the same time she had to admit that she was dripping with more than the need to pee by the time she was finished making her cum. She couldn't see an end to it.

She found Maria in the kitchen and they went into the downstairs bathroom to drain Rebecca's bladder. Maria made her stop 6 times. She exercised as required, showered, dressed, and went off to work.

Mrs. Davis greeted her and she went into her office to begin her work for the day. The usual Friday meeting of the company executives was always scheduled for 9:00. She went early and checked first for cameras, wondering how Kyle had managed to record her debasement in there. Finding none, she took in her appointed place, pulling her skirt up in back and waiting for her employees to arrive once she was seated. The meeting went well and she mentioned how pleased she was with the new sales figures. She worked through lunch since she had an appointment in the afternoon.

Her 3:00 waxing appointment found her entering the beauty parlor with jaws set. Betty greeted her and led her to a booth to undress. She whistled when she saw the padlocks and called in Trish to look. Rebecca turned red as they pulled and prodded her padlocks, one commenting on how she was unavailable for sex now, even with her husband. The other asked if she was really married and if someone other than her husband had locked her up. After seeing how Stephan had responded when she ignored his questions, Rebecca nodded ruefully to both questions. They reluctantly ceased their exploration and pulled out a key and unlocked her padlocks to Rebecca's amazement. Oiling them, they pulled them carefully off, and set about waxing their victim. She didn't find it very painful, compared to the first time, and soon they were rubbing her bald cunt with lotion. This was the moment Rebecca had dreaded for days—she had to provide them with a tip.

"I didn't give you a tip last time, and should have done so," Rebecca mentioned pulling out her wallet.

"You can keep your old money," Tricia was blunt. "Give us a real tip, or just get the fuck outta here."

"What would you like?" she was sure she already knew.

Tricia pulled up her skirt to reveal her denuded pussy and sat on a chair spreading her legs. Rebecca felt the world spin. She knelt and looked blankly at the slit in front of her, the secretions assaulting her nose. "Well?" said Tricia finally. Rebecca leaned forward and parted the lips in front of her with her thumbs. They held together with her juices until the last instant before oozing apart. "I'm not going to cum if you just sit there looking at me," she added. The kneeling woman brought her nose into the folds and tasted the girl, who sighed at the movement of her tongue. She could only hold her breath for so long and the scent as she inhaled mixed with the taste. "Well, get going, you slag. I don't have all day. Customers will be expecting me soon." Rebecca blushed at the crudity but started working with her tongue.

She felt something at the mouth of her cunt and turned to look at her assailant, Betty, who had stripped and now sported a strap-on that looked huge. "Damn, you are starting to piss me off," Tricia commented as the mouth left her cunt. "We are going to make you pay for not providing a tip last time. If you don't get with it, you'll pay double." Rebecca turned and applied her tongue to the clit presented to her. She felt her cunt stretching as Betty pushed with the cock strapped to her waist. She was soooo very slick, but it was soooo very big. She spread her legs further to try and accommodate the monster and arched her back to make the angle better. Betty pushed in a little and pulled out, each time getting a little further inside. She smiled as she looked down at the professional woman who struggled with the size of the dildo she was going to make her take. She was only in 3 inches, but it felt like a baseball bat. Although only her second time sucking off a woman, Rebecca was surprised that it almost felt natural. She explored the different parts of the cunt in front of her, trying to relax and forget about the monster pushing in from behind. Betty wasn't very happy with the exploration though and as Tricia pushed in another inch, she grabbed her human vibrator by the hair and slammed her mouth against her, bruising her mouth in the process.

Rebecca was moaning, partly from the pain caused by the size of the invader and partly from the feelings spreading throughout her nether regions. She didn't know whether to push into it or pull away. But she was getting close, that she knew. The fingers in her hair kept her face mashed into the cunt in front of her and she wondered if she would have any hair left in those spots when it was over. Her mounting desire made her lick and suck with vigor, a vigor not lost on Tricia, who started mouthing the words, "fuck, fuck, fuck," words that were soon given voice, her eyes closed tight and face screwed up in a look of agony.

As Tricia came over the top mouthing obscenities, Rebecca pushed back now as much as she could, given her immobilized head. She felt the spasms her oral ministrations brought on and that added to the feelings of the dildo stretching her cunt. She didn't care any more if she came without permission. Betty was slamming hard into her and every once in a while would slap her ass as hard as she could. Her breathing became shallower and faster and she stopped lapping at the cunt in her mouth. Then everything stopped, and Betty pulled out of her.

Rebecca shook with passion. "Please," she begged, "don't stop, please let me cum. I haven't been allowed to cum in days. I need to cum so bad I can taste it. You don't know what it's like to have to cum like you've never wanted to before and not being able to."

They laughed at her plight and Tricia pushed her away. Betty came around and sat in her place, her strap-on still dripping. She indicated that her kneeling prey should lick the juices off it, and Rebecca took as much of it as she could into her mouth. The size hurt her jaws and she choked as the oversize dick was pushed into her throat. Betty laughed at her discomfort and pulled her off it when it was clean. She released the straps and took off the harness, and then spread her legs wide, pulled her lips apart, and said with some menace in her voice "suck me good, cunt."

Rebecca's knees were hurting now, but she did as she was told, the odor of Betty's sex strong in her nose. "I don't think you are doing the best job you can," she announced. "Trish, help her get in the mood for some first-rate cunt licking."

Tricia grinned. She was only too glad to help. She pulled Rebecca's hands behind her and fastened them with a pair of handcuffs. Then she ordered her to present her breasts and took off the nipple studs, replacing them with a pair of nipple clamps. They were closed by a screw on each side, which made them infinitely adjustable. Rebecca's nips were still sore and aroused. Tricia closed the screws until the nipple bulged out from the two metal bars on the top and bottom of each nipple. Rebecca caught her breath, "PPPlease, I can do better. Please don't hurt my nipples any more." Tricia reached for two chains with weights on the ends and hooked them to the clamps. "We'll see," was her only reply as the weights bounced up, down, and sideways, distending the nipples and causing them to point straight down.

Rebecca winced at the pain, but remained quiet.

"Tighten them another turn," Betty ordered. "I had to stop in mid-fuck because she was slacking off. She deserves whatever pain you give her and then some."

"Nooooo," said Rebecca in response and Tricia gave each wing nut a full turn. Where the clamp had been tight before, it now bit into the flesh, making the nipple expand painfully.

"Now suck cunt and do it well or we'll see just how big we can make your nipples before they burst."

Rebecca bent forward, the weights swinging and clacking together and plastered her mouth on the cunt in front of her. She sucked with renewed vigor, pushing the pain aside, all the while wishing someone, even though it was the woman behind her, would touch her so she could cum. She would beg, if that was what they wanted. She would grovel, if they would only give her the relief she needed.

Betty had her legs up on Rebecca's back now, leaning back, with her knees wide apart, pulling the black-haired beauty against her, providing maximum access to her cunt. She threw her head back and moaned through her teeth.

"Does she need another tightening?" Tricia asked.

Rebecca put everything she had into tonguing the little penis sticking up from Betty's cunt. "No, I think she has learned her lesson," Betty answered appreciatively. "But I'll let you know if she slacks again."

Her tongue was cramping up from the pressure she put into bringing the young girl off. Not having the use of her arms, her weight pushed her head into the cunt in front of her. She could feel the weights move as Betty shifted her position from time to time as her buttocks clenched and relaxed and her legs would spasm.

"Tongue my ass hole," Betty commanded, her raised legs providing access to that part of her anatomy.

Rebecca shifted lower, her nose found its way into Betty's soaking wet cunt hole cutting off her air. Her tongue worked up and down and finally pushed its way into the ass before her, breathing heavily through her mouth.

"Ahhhhhhh," was the response. After a minute of bliss, "Now my cunt hole. Stick your tongue in it and suck out my juices."

Rebecca complied as best she could. Her nose was mashed into Betty's clit and she felt like her tongue was going to drop off.

"Goooood. Now the clit. Make me cum hard, you Fuckin' Cunt."

It was now or never. Rebecca slid her face up a little farther and, with her mouth mashed around an engorged clit, started breathing through a nose slimed up with cunt juice. "I've got to finish her now," she thought to herself as her tongue circled the red clit. SMACK! The paddle hitting her on the ass focused her attention even more on her task, and drove her mouth into Betty. The crack could be heard through the whole shop. Time seemed to stop. CRACK! Harder this time, her weights swung to and fro, pulling the nipples with them.

"Do me! Do me now!" Betty shouted as a third crack landed on pink ass cheeks, leaving a red circle behind. Rebecca couldn't get a sound out. "I'm...I'm...ohhhhhhhh." CRACK!!! Rebecca flailed at the clit with her tongue, sucking it in and holding it in her mouth. Betty had tightened her legs, her thighs holding her prisoner captive between her legs. Rebecca thought she was going to suffocate. CRACK!!!! The paddle landed again on her now red ass. Betty tightened one last time and with an "Ahhhhh, good..." relaxed her grip and smiled at the head of the well-to-do lady between her legs. Rebecca, wild-eyed, sucked in big gulps of air.

"Well done," commented Tricia.

"You can tip me anytime you desire. This was about average today," said Betty as her breathing returned to normal. "I'm sure you'll do better with practice."

They removed the nipple clamps, and handcuffs, and replaced the nipple studs and padlocks before allowing Rebecca to dress. When she staggered out of the waxing room Rebecca was surprised to see Kyle waiting for her. He looked at Betty and Tricia who nodded their satisfaction with her performance. Rebecca didn't know why she felt a glow when he complimented her for the way she pleased him. She shook off the feeling as beneath her dignity and waited for his command.

"We are going shopping," he told her, and led her outside to his Jag.

"Now what," she wondered to herself. They drove through the city and stopped in front of a specialty lingerie shop. An impecibly dressed woman approached after they entered, and Kyle greeted "Suzanne" as an old friend. She led them to a back section and had Rebecca strip to the waist. The new customer had to lift her arms as the clerk massaged her breasts around the nipple studs. Every measurement that could be made was made to Rebecca's discomfort, discomfort that included very erect nipples, still sore from the piercing and the clamps, but ultra sensitive to the touch. Everything now heightened her arousal and she looked at Kyle with lust in her eyes. Suzanne disappeared into the back room and returned with several boxes. A bra was fitted on and seemed perfect, except there was no middle to the bra and her nipple was pulled through the hole.

"What happened to it?"

Suzanne laughed. This is a tip-less bra. It is made that way so your breasts are supported but your nipples will remain uncovered."

"It is your new style of bra," Kyle informed her. "Maria has thrown out all your old bras. We're here to replace them with your new ones. You will only wear these bras from now on, unless I forbid the use of a bra all together," he smiled.

She stood there stunned. Her nipples were to be on view through her blouse for anyone to see? And she had on the nipple studs as well. They could be seen through some of her tops, she was sure. To make matters worse, her nipples always seemed to be erect since the piercings; well actually they had been erect for most of the past week since meeting Kyle. Feeling helpless and alone, she started to cry. Suzanne busied herself with getting a dozen bras of different colors, all tip-less except for a couple of shelf bras that gave the breast some shape but left the upper half from just below the nipples bare. Rebecca stood there, the sounds becoming a blur, not believing that her world could have changed so much in so short a period of time.

Next Suzanne led them over to the section where various corsets were on display. Kyle picked out several he liked and she went to find them in the appropriate size. Rebecca was stripped from the waist up and they were tried on her. One in black with a shelf bra built in was a definite keeper. She was squeezed into it as they laced up the back and stood for their approval without being able to exhale fully. It made her waist more slender she noted as she looked at herself in the mirror. Others were worn with a bra, and one was tip less like the bras they had picked out. Her original bra was set aside to be given to the Salvation Army, and she was given a red brassier to wear under her white blouse. Her blazer was folded carefully and put in a bag.

When they had packed up the lingerie, they left for another store where Kyle introduced her to short skirts, shoes with higher heels, semi-transparent blouses, and tight, lightweight sweaters that would show off her northern assets to perfection in the new bras. She couldn't help but notice how her nipples stood at attention through the holes in the bra. Kyle told her that if she did as she was told and dressed as she was instructed, he would let her wear jackets to work. She nodded only partially comprehending what was happening.

The trunk and back seat of the Jag were full of their purchases as they sped off and stopped at Kyle's house. Without thinking, she removed her clothing at the door and presented herself as she had been trained, kneeling nude in the middle of the floor.

"Rule #6. You will only wear the bras and clothes we have picked out. At times you will also wear a corset. One of those times will be tonight. Linda will prepare you for tonight. Don't disappoint me."

Linda led her up the stairs to a room at the end of the hall. She was given a bath and dried. A black corset was tightened around her with a shelf to accentuate her breasts but leave them bare. Likewise was her cunt bare, accentuated by garters attached to black stockings. Then she was seated for instructions.

"Tonight is one of Master's parties. We are to be the servants and later the entertainment. You will be dressed as you are, except that I am instructed to remove the jewelry from down below. Whatever anyone, and I do mean anyone, wants to do with you, you will do it and do it as though you enjoy it. When you serve drinks and hors d'oeuvres, you will be graceful and elegant. Of course, you will not cum with any of Master's guests without HIS permission, and I doubt you will have that."

"Later we will be the entertainment. I am required to explain the rules to you. There are 2 rounds of 15 minutes. We will be belted together face to pussy and are to try and make the other cum. If one succeeds, she will spend the night with Master. The loser, well, let's just say you don't want to be the loser." She laughed ruefully. "I lost once, and will never let it happen again! If we both make it through the 30 minutes without cumming, neither gets to spend the night with Master, but neither will have to run the gauntlet either. Don't get the idea that we can just fake it. If it appears as though we are not really trying, they can extend the time or flog us, or both. But if we look like we are both working hard we may be able to get through it together without cumming."

Rebecca nodded her understanding. "How can he parade us in the nude like that in front of other people?" she asked.

"I was very nervous at first. But, the guests think nothing of it, and you will get use to it after a few times. I still get wet every time I have to do one though. I competed against a male sub once," she said smiling as she remembered, "but he didn't last very long, and his cum was sooo sweet."

She took off Rebecca's padlocks, and pulled out the butt plug before putting on her own corset and stockings. They took some time with their make-up before putting their hair up. The time passed and Linda escorted her charge out to start receiving guests. She answered the door and took their coats and Rebecca escorted them, mostly men, but also a few women, into the large living room. A small jazz combo was set up in a corner and the room filled with soft light and music. She would take drink orders, which she relayed to the bartender at the side. Before long the room was abuzz with conversation and the doorbell stopped ringing, allowing Linda to join her in the room, attending to the guests.

A large man motioned her over and looked her up and down appreciatively. He had her turn around and lift her nipples for him. Then he motioned to her to approach him. When she touched his knees, he motioned her to come still closer, she had to part her legs to inch up on either side of his.

"Part your cunt lips for me," he said crudely.

Rebecca pushed her fingers into them and pulled them apart and up for his leering eyes to feast on.

"Good. Very nice. Now hold them there."

He grasped her clit between thumb and forefinger and rubbed it back and forth. A moan escaped from her throat. She had wiped her cunt just before coming down because it was so wet she was afraid it would leak. It was embarrassing enough to be naked in front of all these people. But she couldn't let them know how horny she was. It had been too long since she had been allowed to cum. In her old life, this would never have been a problem. She still didn't understand what had happened to her.

He gripped her clit tightly and began to shake it up and down. Her eyes bulged as she watched him and tried to hold back the feelings he was arousing. She looked around for a way out. Where was Kyle? She didn't see him anywhere, but Linda smiled back at her. Now more deliberately, he pulled it down, hesitated, and then yanked up as far as the skin would stretch. The pressure was strong enough that she dipped and rose on tiptoes as he manipulated her clit.

"Please, Sir," she begged.

He laughed at her plea, but was enjoying her difficulty too much to stop. Rebecca could feel the sensations rising in her body. She wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

"Sir, may I get you a drink?" she asked.

She watched as the thickest finger she could imagine was cocked back by his thumb and, almost as though in slow motion, was flicked directly at her clit. She muffled her scream as much as she could but didn't let go of her cunt lips. The room became silent as all eyes turned toward her.

"Your training has been most incomplete. How long have you been in training?"

"Just over a week, Sir," she answered submissively.

"No wonder. But at least you didn't let go, that shows spirit, and I like spirit."

He cocked back the same finger and let fly at the clit that had turned even larger and redder. Rebecca again brought forth a muffled scream, but again didn't release the lips held wide apart. Three more times he cocked back his finger, each time hitting his target with precision. The crowd watched her screaming and writhing in agony, until she was able to withstand the third time without any sound coming from her.

"That is much better, my dear," he said releasing her. "You will have to learn to accept punishment without so much noise."

"Thank you, Sir, for your instruction," she said when she had moved to a safe distance. She moved to take drink orders from others. Some wanted to feel her hairless twat, others rubbed her breasts with the studs setting off her full nipples, and still others wanted to feel her lubricated asshole. None kept at it for too long and there was not danger of her having an unauthorized orgasm. A woman with too much make-up and blonde hair motioned her over and had her bend down. Her tender nipples were clamped in the woman's fingers and twisted as she pulled her down farther. She smiled into Rebecca's face, but her eyes were like ice. Rebecca shuddered with the pain, thankful for once that it was Kyle who had taken her and not this woman.

"Do you know who I am," she asked?

"No, Ma'am," she answered truthfully.

"I am Mistress Schmidt. You don't like me, do you?"

"Of course, I do Ma'am," she answered.

"Would you like to go home with me tonight?"

"That would have to be up to Sir," she answered truthfully.

"If you don't win the competition, I'll see if I can arrange it," she laughed. "Kyle owes me a favor. I could actually take both of you home with me if no one wins. It would make for an interesting weekend."

She let go of the sore nipples and Rebecca straightened up. "May I get you a drink, Ma'am?" she asked quickly.

"Whiskey, on the rocks. Something good."

Rebecca hurried to get the drink before she changed her mind and had other ideas. When she brought it back, the woman motioned for her to sit on the couch next to her. Rebecca sat and found the woman's arm around her pulling her into a demanding kiss. Her mouth was pried open and the tongue forced into her mouth made it feel like she was being raped. It was hard to get her breath with the corset pushing in on her but she just sat there and let it happen until the blonde ended the kiss and said, "until later, my little bitch."

Soon Kyle entered the room and called for the entertainment portion of the evening. The rules were announced, no biting or scratching. And only for this competition, there was no use of nipples by an opponent. The crowd groaned their dissatisfaction with this new rule, but Kyle reminded them about the recent piercings.

The corsets were removed and the two women lay down on the floor with a face at each pussy and a broad belt was put around them as the crowd gathered in a circle to get a good view. Thoughts from every direction careened through Rebecca's mind. The thought of an evening with Kyle made her tingle with anticipation. That was overshadowed by the thought of spending even a minute with the scary blonde bitch. She knew how talented Linda's tongue could be and she didn't want to face the punishment that so scared her opponent if she failed to hold off her orgasm—whatever the gauntlet was. But how could she keep from cumming with Linda's talented tongue stuck up her cunt?

The timekeeper was set. Their knees were wrapped with a Velcro strap attached to an 18' rod to keep each other from squeezing the other girl's head between athletic thighs. "START." They gripped the others buttocks and buried faces in the facing hairless cunt, finding it smooth as silk. Each tongue lashed at the clit within its reach and they were soon moaning. Rebecca was still very sensitive, both from the punishment her clit had taken previously as well as the tenderness in her lips from the piercings. She wiggled as much as she could but Linda's grip was firm. She tried to put her arousal out of her mind and concentrate on bringing Linda off. All thoughts of "going easy on each other" had left their minds, the more so when whips were brought down on their respective asses by sundry spectators, intent on egging them on. Talented tongues worked feverously, each trying to get some advantage on the other. Linda was doing very well at a game she had played before. Rebecca had been concentrating so much on tonguing her rival that she didn't realize how close she was to having an orgasm.

When it dawned on her she took immediate corrective action. They had been on their sides up to now, and she rolled their bodies so she was on the bottom and lashed out with her hand on Linda's exposed ass. With her other hand, she reached in and took some skin between her fingernails and pinched the tender flesh on her inner thighs. Linda raised her head to scream and Rebecca took the opportunity to compose herself. When Linda rolled their bodies, trying to get at the same areas on her rival, Rebecca kept her mouth pressed firmly on her cunt giving it the tongue lashing of her life, and continued the roll to cover her back with the floor. There had been nothing in the rules about pinching, and she took another bit of skin, this time closer to Linda's cunt, and pinched it with all her strength, while opening her legs as far as they would go to anchor herself on her back.

The spectators were watching intensely as Linda opened her mouth again to scream and the hand landed again and again on her ass with all the fury Rebecca could muster. Rebecca sucked in the pearl as hard as she could and gripped it between her teeth. There was no finesse, her tongue just flicked it as hard and as fast as she could while she had the advantage. Linda dug her fingers in and got some ass flesh between her fingers and squeezed, but it was already too late. She was shaking against the tongue. In a last ditch effort to regain the advantage, she tried to roll over again. But Rebecca's mouth never left its target, and countered the force of Linda's body with her legs. Linda let out a shriek and screamed, "NooooooOOOOO," as she came against the mouth savaging her clit. The crowd broke into cheers as it became apparent there would be a loser in this competition. Rebecca stopped when the orgasm had played itself out and released her iron-like grip on her opponent. Linda began to cry.

Hands gripped the two women and raised them from the floor. Rebecca's spreader bar was removed and she was pronounced the winner. Everyone scattered to get his or her favorite weapons of punishment. Mistress Schmidt came back with her flogger and a box, announcing that she had won Linda for the weekend. Linda hobbled over to one side of the room and knelt down. The spreader bar was extended slightly to keep her legs wide apart and extend the time it would take her to navigate the room. Two ashtrays were taken from the box. Toothed clamps with short chains were attached to her nipples as the spectators-turned-participants formed two lines. The ashtrays pulled Linda's breasts downward, keeping her arms bent and her body close to the floor. Every time she tried to raise her body up, the clamps bit cruelly into her nipples.

Rebecca stood on the side with Kyle and watched as the blonde-haired mistress lashed out with her whip from behind, hitting the opened-legged woman square on her still quivering cunt. With a scream, Linda lurched forward dragging the ashtrays underneath her into the gauntlet of S&M enthusiasts, each holding their favorite implement and watching for the best place to apply it. As the whips and paddles came down on the helpless woman, Mistress Schmidt moved to the side. She saw Linda's right breast, being pulled down by the weight of the ashtrays she was dragging, and the flogger was flicked with considerable force and accuracy against the side of it near the nipple.

Her scream rang in Rebecca's ears and Mistress Schmidt stepped forward and put her foot on the ashtray, anchoring it to the floor. The clips bit in as Linda tried to move forward, and another scream, higher pitched this time, left her lips. She looked sideways and up at the offending party. A thin smile crossed the blondes mouth as she asked, "You will please me well this weekend, my little slut?"

Anxious to continue as her red welts crisscrossed her body, she replied, "Yes, Mistress, I will serve you like the slut I am."

"You will take what I dish out without complaint?" she asked, as whips and floggers found as yet unmarked parts of the helpless body from men and women vying for position around her.

"Yes, Mistress," a shiver ran through her body already wracked by pain.

That was the last thing Rebecca saw as Kyle pushed her to the floor, fastened a collar and leash to her neck, and led her up the back stairs to his bedroom. She could hear the thud of leather and an occasional scream as she climbed step by step on hands and knees. She had never been in here and the lush carpet felt good on her hands and knees. He led her over to a stuffed chair and sat down. Rebecca immediately took up position #1 close to the chair, and waited for him to change into a luxurious robe.

"You have done very well tonight," he began. "Although I think you might have enjoyed a weekend with Frau Schmidt," he said a twinkle in his eye."

"No, thank you, Sir," she responded softly, with eyes lowered, "I...I would prefer a night with you."

"You have been introduced to a life few others know exists, and even fewer have experienced it. What do you want?" he said after a long minute of silence.

The events of the past week came flooding in upon her. It was all so confusing. She wasn't sure she knew what she did want, but she was sure that the mundane life with her husband wasn't any longer an option. Her life had been all right before, but she knew she hadn't been fulfilled in a long time. Even her husband seemed to stay away for longer and longer periods of time. What was it about this man that made her angry and subdued, yet turned her knees to jelly. She knew she was good looking, and he could have had her any time he wanted, so why didn't he just fuck her and get it over with? He just didn't respond to the same types of female manipulation that other men did. After being horny for days on end without relief, she knew she just wanted to beg him to fuck her senseless, but also instinctively knew that what she wanted didn't matter. She had always gotten her way before and this too made him different. She looked up into his eyes and said, "Pinch my nipples, please, Sir."

"They will hurt," he said taking them into his fingers and beginning to roll the still tender flesh between thumb and forefinger. She looked at the floor again.

"I want to please you, Sir," was her reply as she gritted her teeth against the pain.

"Look at me," he ordered quietly. Her eyes were liquid pools and he looked through them into her soul. She had feared him before because he had known more about her than she had known herself. But now it seemed that his inner strength and the knowledge about what made her tick had a calming effect on her. He watched her expression as he increased the pressure. She caught her breath, but her eyes, captivated now, never left his. He released the pressure and, looking down, ran the backs of his fingers over the large nipples, which snapped back after each finger pressed it down.

She looked at the cock hanging between his legs and thought it beautiful the way the head stood out at an angle. "May I suck your cock for you, Sir?" a husky voice asked. He nodded and she took him into her mouth, smelling his musky odor that was the result of the events of the past few hours and sucked him in ever so slowly, a half inch at a time, until she could feel his dark, curly hair against her lips. Her eyes watered with the pain as he pinched her recently pierced nipples again, but she was determined to impress him, to be better even than Linda. She could feel him growing as she ever so slowly sucked her way back off him. She closed her lips tightly as she went down on him again, very slowly, until he was buried in her throat.

As she backed off again, coming all the way off him, she said in a low voice, "You can pinch harder, Sir. I can take it for you."

A slight sound came unbidden from her throat as his fingers bore down and he twisted the nipples to the side. Tears flowed copiously from her eyes and dripped off her chin. He released her nipples.

"You have done well. Come up on the bed."

She moved on all fours to the bed and clambered up as she watched him remove his robe. His cock hung down between heavy balls. They swayed back and forth and she caught his scent as she watched him move onto the bed.

"You are already wet?" he asked rhetorically as the side of his lip turned up into a smile.

"You already know I'm dripping, Sir," she said with a smile. "And you know that I have suffered from that for days now without being able to do anything about it."

"Put your arms over you're head."

When she complied, he ran a hand lightly over the contours of her body and she shivered at his side. Whenever he would linger at her cunt, she would take it for a few seconds, then move against the hand that would then be withdrawn. Her breathing quickened. He spread her legs by a slight touch on her thigh and moved over her, and she watched as his erection slipped between their bodies. She felt him at her entrance, pushing lightly against the mouth of her naked cunt. Slowly the petals parted and she could feel his head open her vagina. He shifted slightly to a comfortable position on his hands and knees and she could feel his hot breath on her. With just the head inside, he pulled back out. When he could feel the cool air on his cock, he push it back against her until the head was just inside again. He pulled it out and rose up so his cock, now slick with her juices, rubbed against her clit with a slow thrust. She raised her hips to gain more friction, her nubbin flattened by his thrust.

He pulled back and inserted the head again. "You may use your hands now. Climb my pole," was his command.

Rebecca felt a rush of adrenaline as she gripped his hips and drew up her feet, thinking of feeling him deep inside her for the first time. It had never been like this with the other affairs she had. She knew she should hate him for what he had done to her, but all she could feel was the desire to cum and cum and cum again with him. She tilted her hips and flexed her legs driving up onto his cock. He fit like a glove, and she clutched her cunt muscles at the top as much as she could before relaxing back to the bed. It seemed like she could feel every part of his cock filling her as she lifted up again and held herself up impaled on him for a moment before letting her muscles relax. She knew that she wanted him to remember her for this night.

For his part, Kyle was enjoying the scene unfolding before him. Her dark hair was undone and was strewn about her head. Her face was a study in concentration as she pushed herself off the bed onto him, and her breasts moved with the action. Her cunt was a velvet glove, silky soft, demanding of his attention, and the smell her arousal permeated the room.

"How could she keep from cumming?" she thought to herself. Her imposed celibacy during the past days, as well as the events of the evening had left her on edge. She bit her lip to try and get a hold of herself, and started raising herself a bit more gingerly than she had previously. Kyle noticed what appeared to be lessening enthusiasm and pulled out. He turned her over and pulled her up on her knees.

Every word was spoken distinctly. "I DO NOT EXPECT YOU TO HOLD BACK" Thwack. "I EXPECT," Thwack, "THAT YOU WILL GIVE ME," Thwack, "EVERYTHING YOU HAVE," Thwack, Thwack, Thwack.

"I...I'm sorry, Sir," she said as tears streamed down her face. "I was afraid I would cum without your permission. You feel so good in me, Sir. I didn't think I could control myself."

"This will help you resist the urge to cum. You will count as I punish your ass, and thank me for each strike."

"Yes, Sir," she answered burying her head in the pillow.

He left the bed for a moment and returned with a switch. Rebecca caught the pillowcase in her mouth and bit down. Smack! "Outh. One. Thank you, Thir." The switch had caught both cheeks and left a red stripe across them.

Smack!! "Oooo. Two. Thank you, Thir."

Smack!!! "Eeeeeee. Three. Thank you, Thir.

SMACK! "Aieeeee." A moan left her throat. She lay quiet for a few seconds, shaking, the pillow clutched in her teeth. Then "Four. Thank you, Thir."

The next two were harder than the first ones and left her sobbing. Her required litany was spoken through the tears. Rebecca clutched the bed sheets in her fists. It was so humiliating to be punished this way, humiliating, but she knew that he was right—she had slacked, but for all that, she was still sooo very horny. Then it was over, and he rubbed cream on her reddened backside and turned her over. Her abused ass was cooled by contact with the sheets.

"Let's see if you can do better. If you need more encouragement, I can certainly provide it," he said his hard cock at the entrance to her cunt again. She arched up to meet him, and he was engulfed by her wetness. She slammed up against him for all she was worth. She would give it to him hard and hope she could hold out. The punishment hadn't really cooled her off as he said it would, and she felt herself rising with him as she flung herself against him again and again, punishing her pierced cunt lips as they slapped against him. Her breath came in huge gulps. He put his hands on either side of her head and forced her to look up at his face. They could see the eroticism of the moment in the others eyes.

"Don't close your eyes," was his command. "Keep them open and look at me." She obeyed, legs contracting to drive her upwards against him again. She wanted to close her eyes, but pleasing him was even more important now.

"Please, Sir..." she begged.

"Not yet. Show me how much you want to suck the cum out of me with your sweet cunt."

When she fell back on the bed, she used it as a springboard to launch herself up against him. This increased the pace and she grunted each time she contracted her legs. It was hard enough that she could feel the pain of crashing into him through the haze of her passion. She could hear their bodies slap together and smell the odor of sweat and sex.

"Cum for me. Let me feel you cum against me. Cum...NOW!" he almost shouted.

She fought to keep her eyes open. As she 'climbed his pole' she could feel her cunt contract. Her toes curled and her balled fists beat against him. Her eyes closed to slits as her face, screwed up as the passion of the moment, washed over her. But her eyes never left his. She launched up and held herself quivering against him for several seconds. Then down and back up to contract her whole body against him. Three times more she dug her feet into the bed until she collapsed, eyes still pried open, and lungs about to burst. His cock head was still wedged in her opening, and he could feel the after shocks hit every few seconds.

"My God," was her only comment when she could finally speak.

He let go of her head and rested on his elbows. She could feel his warm breath in her ear. "You belong to me now," it was a statement. He could feel her nipples graze his chest and he moved himself around to stimulate them, and found it pleasurable for him as well. When her breathing had returned to normal, he pushed himself all the way in and moved his hips in circles against her. A moan was her only answer. He pulled out all the way and worked just the head in and out of her swollen lips, her knees splayed far apart on the bed.

"I don't know if I can, Sir. I am so sensitive down there right now."

"Shhhhh," she heard softly in her ear as she felt her nipples pulled up and down as he moved up and down over her.

The slow, easy pace made her relax. She knew he hadn't cum yet, but she knew he was always more in control of himself than she was. He kept at that measured pace for a couple of minutes, bottoming in her and pulling back until he was completely outside her, then waiting for a couple of seconds before reentering. She could feel a stirring in her again and her hips began moving against his entry. Feeling her response, he increased the rhythm slightly.

"Sir, I..."

"Shhhh. Just let it happen."

He twisted his fingers in her hair, and used the leverage to pull her down onto his thrusts. Her knees had come up off the bed, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him into her. They could hear the other breathing and she reached up and found his nipples with her fingers. She could feel hers brush against her hands as he pushed into her, and she pinched his hard, knowing that it was the way he would want it. His moan told her she was right, and she pinched even harder. He responded by increasing the speed of his thrusts. A guttural sound came from his throat and a mindless ferocity came over him. Rebecca pulled up hard with her legs, her thighs shaking again and twisted the nipples she had commandeered.

"You will cum for me my slut. You will cum hard," he said through his teeth. "I want to feel you cum around my cock. Milk the cum out of my balls."

"Yes, Sir, I am almost there. You feel soooo good." Then, "Aieeeeeee," her voice went up several octaves. This time her eyes did close, but he wasn't in any position to see them anyway. She didn't know why she responded to him the way she did, but she became mindless, caring naught but for the pleasure she was giving and receiving. Her cry was the catalyst for his orgasm and he pounded hard into her over and over again. Just as she thought she was finished, another set of spasms would overtake her until she finally collapsed onto the bed and lay unmoving, the living dead. Even then a spasm would hit every half-minute as she lay gasping for air until she begged him to make them stop.

For his part, Kyle lay on top of her, his cock buried to the hilt, the liquid cunt under him blurring the lines between his body and hers. He could not reason, only feel. He buried his face in the dark tresses under him and tried to bring his breathing under control, sensing that she was doing the same. He pulled out and rolled over, giving her a chance to rise and use the bathroom.

When she returned, she knelt by the side of the bed, fingers intertwined behind her head. Remembering words Linda had spoken some days before, she said, "Thank you for letting me cum, Sir."

He motioned for her to come to bed and she took him in her mouth to clean him off. It was an action that seemed almost normal to her now. Then she fell asleep lying across his body with her legs straddling his right one, her head on his chest. It was a sleep she would remember for a long time, the deepest sleep she could remember, and she awoke in the morning surprisingly refreshed and ready for the day. Kyle had already made breakfast. As they ate, Rebecca still naked, she asked, even begged him to leave the padlocks off for John's homecoming. But the look in his eyes told her it was not to be, and after eating, Kyle returned the padlocks and studs to the pierced areas. After some more tears, he kissed her and she dressed before returning home in a quandary wondering how she should proceed when her husband arrived home.