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Training Rebecca

Part 12

Training Rebecca

Ch. 12

John Finds Out


       Saturday morning everything happened later than usual.  Rebecca was relaxing (if she ever could relax these days around John) in the living room with a third cup of coffee. John came downstairs, and sat across from her.

       “We need to talk.” She nodded, dreading the worst.

       “I know you didn't have your period last week.”

       “I...I thought...that is…”

       “There were no tampon wrappers in the waste basket.” His voice was that ominous soft tone she feared and she sat mute. “Were there?”

       “No. But my urinary tract infection...”

       He shook his head. “I called your doctor.” Her head was swimming. Everything was falling apart. “There was no doctor's appointment.”

       “But I...I,” she fell silent, not knowing what to say in her defense.

       “I now know that you have had fantasies I never knew about,” he held up her journal, her secret journal. Damn, How did he find that? “Why didn't you tell me about your fantasies?”

       “If you've read it, you know why I couldn't ever tell you or anyone else about them. They were so personal, so private, so…so….” She was mad that he had read them, and embarrassed that he had, all at the same time.

        “I know you have been seeing someone. I followed you to his house on Elmwood Place last Tuesday. I'm sure from the way you entered the house that it wasn't the first time either.” She shuddered. “The nipple studs, the tip less bra, and going without panties are for HIM, not for me. I know that now.” Tears were streaming down her face as he continued, “I also don't know what relationship you have developed with Maria in my absence. I know I've been away quite a bit, and I know we have grown apart. I want you to know I don't blame you for what you've done. My only request is that you don't fight me for joint custody of the boys.”

       This last shook her to the core. Her head was whirling out of control. She had to save her marriage. There was only one way she could see out of it without both of them going to jail. “John,” she was shaking now.

       “I dont want to hear your excuses….”

       “John, PLEASE.”

       He shook his head and rose to leave the room.

       “JOHN,” she was crying now and continued before he could leave, “I knew our marriage was on the skids. You were staying away for longer and longer periods of time. I also knew that our sex life was in the toilet.” He turned at the doorway and looked back at her. “I…I…I sought help from someone I heard about. I wanted this expert to teach me to be sexual again, like I was at the beginning of our marriage, maybe even more so.”

       “A man,” his gaze was withering.

       She nodded. “He is teaching me,” she hesitated, took a deep breath, then went through with it, “he is teaching me how to submit to a man as in my fantasies.”

       “You submit? I can't believe that.”

       “It's true. I know I can be rather controlling at times,” he snorted. “Yes, I've had some fantasies I've never shared with you, or with anyone. Now I've made the ultimate sacrifice to save our marriage.” She had made the start, she had to finish it. “I wanted to learn to be your submissive, to do what you say, when you say to do it. But I didn't know how to come out and tell you this. I didn't really even know what it all meant, or that it could happen in real life. I figured you would think me weird, perverted and I was scared as hell to give up my control. My teacher doesn't think my submission is strange; he says it is natural. What he has done is to bring out my sexuality, and it makes me horny all the time.” She smiled through the tears, “I can even give a dynamite blow job now-and yes, I do swallow”.

       “So you want me to believe that you have done all this for me? What do you take me for an idiot?”

       “Can you think of any other reason why I would submit myself, and I do mean submit myself, to any man?”

       He stood in silence before sitting back down. “What about Maria?”

       It all had to come out. “Wh…when I am home, I…I…I am ordered to pee,” she hesitated, “in a special glass only Maria can hold for me.”

       “That I would have to SEE to believe,” his eyebrows went up.

       “Sometimes she requires me to do other things before allowing me to…to…to relieve myself,” she blushed, knowing that he had seen it all but still found it difficult to talk about. “It has given her a sense of power which has gone to her head, I'm afraid.”

       “But she is our MAID.”

       His wife nodded and said in a soft voice, “My teacher said it was a necessary task for me to learn submission.”

       He said thoughtfully, still not fully convinced. “I guess that is what I happened in on?” She nodded again.

       “Do you like doing it with her?”

       “I'm not sure now. It was the most horrible thing I have ever had to do when it began. I know I wouldn't have done it willingly. Maybe with a different woman...” She thought briefly about Joanna, and felt the tell-tale tingle in her loins that answered the question for her.

       “Have her bring you the special glass.”

       “No, Please, not now,” she was pleading with him.

       “Yes, NOW,” his voice was quiet, but firm.

       She sat, her brain spinning, trying to think of a way out of this situation. But there was none she could fathom. “Maria,” she stood and called out to the kitchen, “bring my special glass, please”.

       Maria appeared in the doorway. “In there?”

       “Yes, please.”

       Maria re-entered the room holding the glass. Rebecca blushed as her husband read the inscription, 'Rebecca's Piss' on the side. She motioned for Maria to sit where she was, directly opposite John.

       “No way,” John said quickly. He wasn't going to miss out on seeing the action. “Sit here on the couch next to me.”

       Rebecca pulled up her flannel nightgown to just below the bottom of her pussy, hoping she could go without John catching sight of the locks. There had already been enough revelations for one evening, but she knew he would see them soon anyway unless she could get Kyle to remove them. She spread her legs and Maria placed the glass in its strategic position. “I know I can go,” she said with a strained smile. She had drunk three cups of coffee and it usually went right through her. But even though it was her husband, perhaps because it was her husband, nothing happened.

       “I can't see anything. Lift your gown up a little,” he asked.

       “Wait, here it comes.” And true to her word the pssst sound accompanied the yellow urine which was expelled with great force into the glass.

       “Stop,” Maria commanded. John watched in awe as his wife cut the pee in mid-stream.”

       “Go.” She let her pc muscles relax and the stream began anew.

       “Stop.” She could definitely feel the muscles that controlled this personal function since she had begun with the kegelcizer. The Maid continued starting and stopping until her bladder was empty.

       Maria handed her a Kleenex from her pocket and she dabbed it up under the edge of her dressing gown and put it into the glass. “Thank you,” she said sweetly as Maria left the room with the glass. “Now do you believe me?”

       “It does put a whole new light on things.” John sat and pondered the situation. “But where do I fit into all this. It sounds to me like you and this, this sexpert have quite the thing going. You have your sex drive, you get screwed, I am assuming HE gets screwed, but I am left out of it.”

       “Let me see if I can introduce you to him. I'm sure he will be able to help,” she forced a smile, but had no idea that it was true. She had hoped her affair with Kyle could be kept secret, but the demands on her were too great for that to happen. There didn't seem to be any other option.

       She went in search of Maria and managed to get Kyle's phone number out of her. Calling him, she apologized for having disturbed him, but said something drastic had come up. She explained the situation and begged him to allow John to be a part of the training. Maybe he could learn the ropes, so to speak, and their marriage could be saved. Kyle for his part said he never had any intention of destroying their marriage. If this was the only way to save it, he would do what he could. An appointment was set up for later that same day.

       A very nervous Rebecca got into the car ahead of John and raised her skirt before sitting down. She never got use to the erotic feeling of the leather upholstery against her bare skin. John followed a minute later, and drove the short way from their house. John couldn't help but notice her nipples poking against the front of the pull-over she was wearing. She sat in trepidation, thinking that this was one of those defining moments in their lives. She glanced at her watch as she opened the car door: six minutes to seven. One foot after the other, up the walk at as though everything was moving in slow motion, her husband following close behind. When they reached the porch she announced that she was expected to be naked when she entered the house, that it was all a part of her losing her inhibitions. Before he could respond, she gripped the bottom of the pull-over and raised it over her head, leaving her upper torso bare except for the nipple studs. She stripped to garter belt and stockings and pulled her collar out of her purse in case it was needed. She didn't look at him when her padlocks were revealed, and he made no comment. Then taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell and stood facing the door.

       A naked Joanna answered the door. John didn't let on that they had met before and she ushered them into the living room. Rebecca took her required position on the floor, and John looked around the room and finally sat on the couch. They waited for a few agonizing minutes until Kyle entered. He handed Rebecca a towel and told her to sit on one of the chairs.

       “Now, we have a dilemma. Rebecca tells me that you know something about her training. Have you ever seen a submissive being trained before?” John shook his head. “Do you know anything about taking the role of a Dominant?” Again the shake of the head. “I will allow you to watch, but if you try and interfere in any way, your time here will be finished forever. Do I make myself clear?”

       “Yes. Is it Mr. Laughlin?”

       “My name is Kyle and I would prefer that you use it. Your wife addresses me in a different way.”

       “I understand, Kyle.”

       “I would also encourage you to ask questions as I go along.” John nodded.

       “Position 1.” As she went into position, Kyles gaze remained on John and he lectured as though in a classroom. “The first step in submission is to learn obedience in simple things. Rebecca has learned 6 positions for me. They are designed to show off the many special attributes of a woman. They reinforce the fact that when I speak, she will obey. You will notice how her heels touch in back, how her knees open into a vee, how her elbows are 180 degrees from her body. Her stomach is held in and her breasts are thrust out.”

       John nodded again, trying to memorize the finer details of the position.

       “She has also accepted certain changes in her body.”

       “So I have seen.”

       He spoke to his kneeling submissive although he continued to look at John, “What are you thinking, Rebecca?”

       “I…I  am not so much thinking, as feeling, M...M...M...Master,” there she had gotten the word out in front of her husband. “I am uncertain as to what you will do or what you will require of me. I am also uncomfortable having my husband here.”

       “Do you want him to go?”

       “No, Master. And thank you Master for letting him come with me this evening.”

       “Are you wet?”

       She hadn't even thought about it through her nervousness. “I...” she looked down and saw the dribble of juice oozing out from her padlocked cunt-lips which had run down on the edges of her thighs. “Yes, I must be, Master.”

       “What happened to her breasts?” John asked.

       “That was Maria's doing. It seems that your wife pissed her off the other day. I would have to say that she likes taking her punishments out on them. Whatever it was, I don't think Rebecca will be doing it again.”

       “No, Master,” she answered without being asked and left no doubt about his statement being true.

       “You said there were six positions, Kyle?”

       “Yes. Ask her to take position 2.”

       “Take position 2, Rebecca,” her husband said.

       She didn't know which way to face since the two men weren't seated together. She opted to turn her ass toward her Master and parted her cheeks as she had been taught. “John gave the command, so you will turn and open yourself to him,” her Master corrected. She hurried to fix her mistake.

       John saw a part of his wife she had forever kept hidden from him. It was so delicious, so erotic, so decadent. “Why does she do this?” John asked. “Why does she obey a command that is obviously so humiliating for her?”

       “There is in every woman a desire to submit. For some it is very weak, in others it is very strong. Many will not give in to it because the consequences of giving up control are too great. To yield the body is easy; women do it every day, even though they may not be interested in sex. To yield the mind is to give up control of the will and that opens up a part of a woman she would rather people not see, especially her husband.

       “Many more women will not do it because there is no dominant available who understands the depths of their desire for submission and how to encourage it. Most men don't understand this in a woman, and are therefore unable and unworthy to receive this gift. These men would either take advantage of the woman, thinking she was weak and pliable to his whim, or simply wouldn't understand how she feels. Many a submissive woman has been looked down upon by a boyfriend or husband as strange and weird for wanting to give up control. Society looks at the exterior of the relationshipshe gives, he gets. They don't understand that for the submissive, giving IS receiving what she wants.

       For his part, a Dominant takes on a grave responsibility. It is the responsibility that comes with great power. When a Master takes on a submissive, he takes on great power, but must know how to use it responsibly.”

       “Doesn't he just get what he wants?” John asked.

       “No, his responsibility is to bring out her submission. To accept it as a gift. To be sure that the fact that she is giving up control doesn't bring her harm, physically or emotionally. To understand how erotic her submission makes her feel and not make her feel as though she is a sexual misfit because she doesn't fit into socially accepted patterns.”

       Rebecca had never heard the theoretical underpinnings of what Kyle had been doing to her. She had thought early on that it was about him getting his way, but she came to realize it was much more that that. His every step had been calculated to reach deep into her mind. She listened to the speech with interest but was tiring of the position she still held. She shifted slightly, and was rewarded by a resounding smack on the ass. “You know better than to move when in position.”

       “Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.”

       “Come here and take Position 3.” She stood, legs apart, with her hands behind and breasts thrust out. He took out a key and unlocked and removed the padlocks. “They are intended to remove her cunt from her control. She is able to pee through them, although it does make keeping herself clean a bit more of a challenge. He inserted a finger into her vagina, hooked it, and pulled her closer. His legs forced hers farther apart. He sniffed at her pubic area. “Yes, she is doing well with her hygiene. If you are interested and able to become her Dom, you will be given a key for them. If not...” he shrugged. “We will have to take out the bottom two locks next week when her period arrives. She should wear something that makes it obvious that she is menstruating. I like a necklace with some sort of red jewel in it.”

       “I can get her one,” John offered.

       “She will have to bring it to you to put on, and only you will take it off at the end of her menstrual period. The decision to wear it is not hers to control. She will just have to carry around panty liners if her flow starts at work.”

       John nodded. This was becoming more involved that he thought.

       “Now try the other 3 positions.”

       “Position 4,” John spoke a little more firmly and she struggled into the backbend position.

       “You will note how tight her skin is in this position. The blood also drains to her head, making her a little light-headed. She is very open and vulnerable. If I wanted to squeeze her sore breasts, I could do it, and she would let me. Let's try the nipples instead.” They were still a little sore but not black and blue like the rest of them. She moaned as he stroked them with the back of his hand, then pulled them away from her body into even firmer erection, before twisting each one lightly.

       “It also gives easy access to her cunt.” With that, her husband watched him finger her vaginal opening. The slurping sound left no question about her excitement. Very slowly, he brought her up until she was on the edge. She fought it, not wanting her husband to see her responding to her Master. But she knew it was a losing proposition.

       “Please, may I cum, Master?” she gasped.

       “In a minute. Just think of my finger. Think of what it's doing to you.”

       “I am, Master. I am. It is all I can think about.”

       “But you want to cum in order to feel good. You like to feel good, don't you?”

       “No, Master. I want to cum for you,” her thighs were shaking now in desire. “But, yes, it will make me feel good too,” she couldn't lie to him.

       “Do you think your husband would like to see you cum like this?”

       “I…I dont know, Master.”

       “Fuck my finger.”

       She moved back and forth as much as she could while in her back bend position. He moved in little circles hitting her G spot on the roof of her vagina as she gyrated. “Make me proud of how much you want to cum. Of how you're waiting for my command.”

       She lurched herself forward to impale herself fully on his finger and jerk back off from it.

       “You can do better than that. Harder.”

       “Yes, Master. “ She tried to impale herself completely on the outstreatched finger. Her muscles were cramping up.

       SLAP! He used his free hand to leave a red mark on her unprotected inner thigh. “Work my finger. Fuck it.”

       She began shrieking, flailing her head about, looking like she was in agony. Faster and faster she moved, a contortionist on a mission.

       “Cum.” John watched with fascination as the staid, practical woman he had married came screaming against the single finger offered by this man he had just met. He could see her shake with the force of her orgasm. She screamed loudly, her eyes shut tight against the contractions, her thighs tight as rubber bands. When she could catch a breath, she thanked him over and over for letting her cum, oblivious that her husband was even in the room. As she came down from her peak, light-headed and disoriented, John realized how uncomfortable his pants were fitting. He adjusted them and Kyle said, “Why don't you try her out? Which hole would you like?”

       “You mean...”

       Kyle nodded. “She has three which are available. You had better give her a break for a few minutes, to recover, though.”

       John smiled, “Perhaps later I'll take a test drive.”


       It was almost nine o'clock when they got into their car to drive home, John noticed her pulling her skirt up before sitting down and raised an eyebrow.

       She took a deep breath and exhaled. “I am not to sit on my skirt, and I am to keep my legs open at all times,” she explained.

       “And you do that even when Kyle isn't around and can't see you?”

       “I...that is...Yes, I do. Please don't ask me to explain why I do it, because I don't know myself.”

       “Why does he have you sit that way?”

       “Closing my legs is a sign that I am hiding something, that I am not open, not available. I always have to be available. And as for sitting bare-ass,” she smiled at the phrase, “Master said I will soil my skirt sitting on it because...because I am horny all the time.”

       “So you are sitting directly on the leather seat?”

       “Yes.”

       “You do that in your office too?”

       “That is my requirement.”

       “And how about the other? Are you horny all the time now?”

       “It is unbelievable. I can't remember a time I wasn't on edge since my instructions began.”

       They drove in silence the rest of the way and walked into the living room with Rebecca pulling up the back of her skirt as she sat down. He was in thought. “So this is the secret you have been hiding this week.”

       “I...I didn't know how to break it to you. I didn't have any idea the training would be this intense. I want our marriage to succeed. I love you and am willing to do whatever it takes.”

       “And this submission really makes you horny?”

       “I am wet all the time now,” she gave a rueful smile.

       “You want me to take control of our sex life.”

       “No, I want you to take control, period. This is about more than just sex. And for it to work, you will need to be home a lot more. Do you think you can do it?”

       “When I issue a command to assume a position in our house, you will go immediately to our bedroom, unless I direct otherwise. Is that clear?”

       “Yes.” She said nodding.

       “A more respectful answer would be more appropriate, I think,” he arched his right eyebrow.

       “Yes, Sir.”

       “Position 1.” She took a deep breath. There was no other choice. She had to make this work. She rose and climbed the steps to the bedroom, stripped to garter belt, stockings and shoes and knelt in the middle of the floor assuming the position she had been taught.

       “You have withheld sex from me for a long time.”

       “I didnt mean…Yes, I'm sorry, Sir. Please forgive me. I…I…I will make it up to you.” She felt a tremor in the pit of her stomach and could feel the juices flow again. She had wondered if she could feel the same way with John as she did with Kyle, and now had her answer.

       “Come over here,” he sat in a straight-back chair. She started to get up, then caught herself and crawled over to him on hands and knees.

       “You will be punished for that.”

       “Yes, Sir,” she laid herself over his lap waiting for what she knew would happen.

       Her raised his hand, SMACK! “One, thank you, Sir.”

       SMACK! “Two, thank you, Sir.”

       His hand was smarting after 10. By then, she was yelping in pain, but by the time they closed in on 20, she was just moaning between his strikes and she was trying to rub herself, padlocks and all, against the obvious protrusion in his pants. He smiled at her reaction and appreciated the deliciously red color of her beautiful ass.

       “Please, Sir, May I cum,” she asked?

       He was amazed that punishment like this could get her off. “Your locks are back in and I haven't had any relief. Could you cum like this without engaging in sex?”

       “I...IM not sure, but I think I could, Sir.”

       “We will hold off for the time being. Assume position 2.”

       “Yes, Sir,” she hurried to obey. “And Sir, thank you for correcting me and giving me another chance to please you.”

       He shook his head at the change in his wife and looked at the ass pulled opened for his pleasure. Later, he relaxed and couldn't think of a time he had enjoyed sex more. Even more amazing was the way she responded to his exploration of that long-forbidden entrance.


       The next evening, after their training session, they went out for dinner. She seemed to be more respectful of him than before, more attentive to what he was saying. She excused herself and rose to go the lady's room.

       “Were you given permission?” he asked with a frown.

       “No, Sir,” she was amazed at how quickly she fell into a submissive mode. It brought a tingle to her locked clit when he responded that way. It was very erotic when he took command of the situation. She sat back down and waited expectantly for his permission.

       They ordered their dinner, and she began to fidget in her seat. “You may go and use the urinal,” he said graciously.

       “But, Sir, the urinals are...”

       “...in the men's room, yes. See that you don't take too long.”

       She really did have to pee now. She looked for the restrooms and watched to see if anyone was going in the men's room. When no one had for a couple of minutes, she took a deep breath and excused herself. At the last second, she made the turn away from the lady's room and pushed the door open. No one was visible and she grabbed a handful of toilet paper from a stall. Then she hurried to pee. She pulled up her skirt, thankful she didn't have any panties on to get in the way. She stepped up and spread her legs so she could get as close as possible, straddling the bottom of the urinal. She pushed. Nothing. She pushed again. She was in a panic. She had to go, and go fast.

       Just then a gentleman entered the restroom. He saw her standing at a urinal and looked back at the door to see if he had entered the wrong place. He hadn't. She was about to tear herself out of there and sit in agony when her stream exploded into the urinal.

       “Lady's room full?” he queried looking appreciatively at the bare ass below the raised skirt as the sound of her piss hitting the urinal echoed in the room.

       “Yes, Sir. I thought I would burst. Those bitches take forever in there.”

       She dabbed at herself with the toilet paper and threw it into the urinal before flushing it. It didn't go down but she didn't notice. She ran water over her hands and left with them wringing wet. The gentleman stood spellbound and watched her leave still holding the door.


       They visited Elmwood Place for the next couple of days. John learned more about the role of a Dom, and Rebecca experienced, sometimes with both of them at the same time, the deeper joys of submission.

       Rebecca was blossoming at work. She was more sure of herself, more decisive, yet strangely, more in tune with her employees. Mrs. Davis showed no signs of having ever seen her with Maria, and none of it got around the business. She made a note to give a raise to a private secretary with that much discretion.

       On their fourth visit together Kyle asked if John had purchased a necklace for his wife.

       “Yes, I found one that is quite exquisite. Her period should be arriving any day now, she says.”

       “Good. Rebecca is becoming more comfortable taking orders from you. Always be sure she respects you and your authority. Also, let her know that in spite of punishments and discipline, you really care about her, that it is your care for her that requires the punishment. It is sometimes nice, though, to give a spanking or another form of discipline to help train her, or just because it pleases you,” he smiled. “But she should know the difference.”

       “Here is a key to her locks. It is necessary to leave them on only as long as you wish. They have fulfilled their intended purpose with me. That she may only cum with permission when she is with you is a given. Even when you decide to remove them permanently, or semi-permanently, I would strongly urge that Rebecca have to ask and receive permission before masturbating. It makes her feel more submissive, and reinforces your role as her Dom. She is progressing on the Kegelcizer. In only a week, she has gone from level 1 to level 3, so Maria informs me.”

       John nodded. “She has complained about being sore 'down there', but that is only normal as those muscles are being toned. Maria is working with her twice a day and she is contracting them between sessions on the Kegelcizer. As you suggested, I use her sexually in other ways while she is getting her cunt in shape. When she reaches level 5, I will reward her by taking her vaginally.”

       Rebecca was holding position 1 through all this. They spoke of her as though she wasn't there. Like a thousand other little things Kyle did, it merely reinforced the submissive relationship she had with him, and now with John

       “I would like to use her at a party I am giving in a couple of weeks,” the Master said. “You will be invited, of course.”

       John nodded, “She should be over her period by then. Will she serve or be entertainment?”

       “She will serve. I have a new girl that will be providing the entertainment. My parties are never dull, are they slut?”

       “No, Master. At least not the one I attended.” A broad smile crossed her face, “I think I enjoyed the time afterward more than Joanna did though.”

       “You will have to tell me about it later,” her husband said.

       They quickly put her through her paces, then Joanna joined them and Kyle led them down to the dungeon he had built in the basement. It was her first time there, and she marveled at everything he had in this house. The four experimented for over an hour until Rebecca, five orgasms later, was exhausted. They showered in a large, luxurious bathroom in the basement, and left for home.


       The next evening, John and Rebecca were relaxing in the bedroom when Maria knocked on the open door with an armful of washed clothing. “Position 1,” he said with authority. Rebecca was about to protest but closed her mouth when she saw Maria setting the clothing on a chair and removing her clothing. She quickly stripped and knelt in the center of the room facing him next to her Maid. She had been wearing panties and had to peel off the panty liner, which had stuck to her pussy. Maria hadn't been wearing hose and was completely nude. What the hell is going on with Maria here? ran through her mind as she waited on her husband.

       “You have a request?” he asked her.

       It was even more embarrassing with Maria in the room. “Sir, I have my period.”

       “Go and get the necklace from my dresser.” He admired her swaying ass as she crawled there on hands and knees and pulled down the carved wooden box that held it. Carrying it to him on three legs, he took it out of the satin-lined box and placed it around her neck. The red ruby was set in a gold filigree and seemed on fire framed by her black hair, white breasts, and tanned neck

       “Position 3, Rebecca.” She stood and assumed the position while he removed the padlocks. “You may go and attend to yourself in the bathroom.”

       “May I walk there?”

       “No. And return as soon as you are finished.”

       They know exactly what I am going to be doing there, she blushed as she crawled away. He ordered Maria over and worked her nipples between thumb and forefinger while they waited.

       When she crawled out of the bathroom he ordered them into position 1 again.

       “ I understand that you failed to hold the Kegelcizer twice this morning. Did Maria punish you for it?”

       “No, Sir. She said the punishment was up to you. But there is a wicked, mean shock when I fail at it, Sir. Isn't that punishment enough?”

       “Hmmmm. Come over here. No, I didn't say to stand up. You must learn to listen.”

       “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” He gripped a nipple and looked into her eyes as he put more and more pressure on it. He finally saw pain in her eyes, but no resistance. “Take position 5.” She lay back, knees wide and feet drawn up almost to her tush, her fingers and thumbs spreading her sex lips wide apart. He looked at her, so open, so available. The telltale string hung down between her legs.

       “Play with yourself.” She took a deep breath. He hadn't asked this of her yet and she had never masturbated in her presence. But her fingers started moving as of their own accord. The left hand continued to hold her lips open, and the right fingers to stroke up and down her slit before running circles around her clit. She was wet already.

       “Lick off your fingers.” She licked and sucked at them loudly so he would know of her obedience.

       “Pinch your nipples for me. Harder. Still harder. Good. Now back down to your clit. Make it sing for me.” Her ass began to move up and down against the floor.

       “Maria,” he called. “Suck on her clit.”

       “I am NOT going to suck on that puta,” she spat. “She can suck on me. Besides, she is on the rag.” There was fire in her eyes as she looked at John defiantly.

       Rebecca had never seen her husband move so fast. He launched out of the chair, grabbed the Mexican maid by the hair with his right hand, and dragged her screaming over to the chest of drawers. Next to it was a bag she had never seen before. He pried it open with a hand, brought out a pair of handcuffs, and closed them on her wrists. Then he grabbed rope from the bag and dragged her over to the bed. Her arms were raised over her head and a length of rope attached as he knelt with a  knee across her chest. The other end was tied loosely to the headboard. He pulled her feet so she slid down the bed until her butt rested on the edge, her legs bent at an awkward angle. Then other lengths of rope secured her flailing feet to the feet of the bed, leaving her very open and feeling vulnerable. She protested loudly, squawking and spitting out epitaphs in Spanish throughout the proceedings.

       “You will learn to obey without question,” he told her, speaking slowly in a calm voice that belied his demeanor. He left and Rebecca could hear the muffled sounds of a phone call. She continued to rub her clit as she watched in amazement as Maria thrashed in her bonds. He returned a couple of minutes later with a wooden spoon and a rubber spatula.

       “Rebecca, on the bed. It is your turn to administer punishment. Lets see how she responds to the spoon.”

       Marias eyes were big. “You cant do that to me. I am only a hired Maid. Please dont let her hit me.”

       “Proceed, Rebecca.”

       “No, Sir. I will do it. Please, Sir, not there. I cant take it there, Sir, they are too sensitive,” the tied woman pleaded. “I…I made a mistake. I will obey you. I will suck her off.”

       Rebecca was standing by the bed looking down with satisfaction at the large breasts stretched taut. This was pay-back, big time. She was going to enjoy this. She took the spoon from John and knelt over Marias head, her string not quite hitting Marias face.

       “Suck me, bitch,” she spat. Maria tried to raise her head, but the arms strung tight over her head didnt allow much leeway, and she wasnt able to reach the slit she could see overhead. “What? You will ignore me,” the black-haired executive brought the spoon down on an unprotected globe with a satisfying smack. Maria screamed and tried harder to raise her head, tongue just short of the mark. Again the arm was raised and the wood connected with a loud smack on the other breast. Rebecca smiled at the resulting scream. John looked on from his position between the Maids legs with satisfaction.

       “Still nothing,” Rebecca taunted. “You are worthless as a cunt-sucker.”

       “No please. I will do it. I will show you how I can suck your sweet cunt.”

       “Go on then, whore. Do it.” She brought the spoon down again, harder than before. The wooden spoon pushed the nipple into the breast with a sharp retort before allowing it to return pushing up hard in its agony.

       Maria contorted in pain. She pulled on the ropes, twisting and turning until she could get enough slack that she could raise her head another inch. She could just touch the bottom of the cunt above her with the tip of her extended tongue.

       “Pitiful,” Rebecca chided her, all the humiliation and pain the Maid had caused her in the past few weeks coming to the surface. She bent and let go with another whollop to the sensitive tit flesh stretched out below her.

       “Aiiiiieeeeeee,” Maria twisted again in the ropes seeking leverage to raise her head farther. John went to his bag again and came back with clothespins. He put three on each cunt lip and duct taped each side to a leg. Maria strained upwards, her neck muscles tight as drums, licking as much as she could reach. She was able to reach the clit occasionally, but most of the licking was done just below there. She put aside the taste of a woman in her menstrual period and worked like her life depended on it.

       “I cant believe a woman of your age would be so poor at cunt-sucking,” Rebecca mocked. “Hit her, Please, Sir,” she looked her husband. He took the spatula and hit one thigh, then the other, back and forth. “No, not there. Hit her right on her fucking clit,” her words shocked her husband and the venom in her voice left no doubt that she was seeking revenge.

       “No, No, let me suck your sweet cunt, Mistress,” Maria begged. “Ill serve you. Youll see. Things will be different.” She stretched even higher and just connected with the clit.

       Rebecca brought down the spoon again, and John followed, smacking the spatula on the pink flesh he had opened up between the clipped lips.

       “Aiiieeeeeee. No…No more, please. Ill be obedient. Ill suck cunt. Ill suck your cock anytime you want. You can take my ass. Anything. Please no more.”

       “I think at least two more are in order as punishment,” John told her. “You count them, and thank us for correcting you.”

       “Do you think that is enough?” asked Rebecca, thinking about how much more pain she had endured. John smiled at her as if to say, just wait.

       “Count them, Puta,” he ordered.

       Rebecca raised her hand and John did likewise. They brought them down at the same instant, left breast and engorged clit taking the pain together. Maria tried to curl up as she screamed in pain, but the ropes made that impossible. Finally she gasped, “One, thank you for correcting me, Master and Mistress.” Could she make it through one more, she wondered? Damn, but it hurt.

       She tensed, still feeling the pain from her injured flesh, watching between her legs for the signal that more pain was on its way. They coordinated their efforts again, and she watched as their arms moved in unison leaving her screaming in pain. “Two, thank you for correcting me, Master and Mistress,” she finally got out.

       Rebecca continued to kneel with her knees either side of Marias head. “Grab the string in your teeth,” she ordered. Maria looked at the slit above her, the end of the string now resting on her face.

       “No, you cant be serious,” she was pleading now. “Sir, please dont make me…”

       Rebecca lifted the spoon. Marias “No, wait,” was a little too late, and the spoon hit the reddened nipple area with great force. The shriek that resulted was deafening. Rebecca struck again before the scream had ended.

       “Now?” Rebecca asked. The Maid, tears streaming down her face, lifted her head and did as instructed gripping the string in her teeth. “Pull it part way out.” Marias eyes were fixated on the opening above her as she left her neck muscles relax. When the tampon was part way out, she let go of the string. “Good girl. Now grab the tampon with your teeth and pull it out.” Maria was going to be sick to her stomach, she just knew it. Her attention focused back on her aching breasts and cunt and she pushed aside all her reservations and stretched up again. This time her teeth gripped the bottom of the tampon and it slid out and she pulled back.

       “Now chew on it.” Maria gagged as it entered her mouth. She gagged again as the foul taste hit her tongue. But she had no choice. She made chewing motions with her mouth, trying not to swallow. “Suck it all out. If there is any left on the tampon when you are done, Ill turn your tits black and use this spoon on your clit.”

       Maria chewed and sucked in earnest now. She gagged again as the first mouthful was swallowed and fought to keep it down. She knew it hadnt been in for very long and there shouldnt be much juice there from her period, but she wasnt going to take any chances. The humiliation was nothing against the pain she would avoid. When she figured there could be nothing left but her own saliva, she said “It iff clean now, Mifress.”

       Rebecca examined the wet tampon and pronounced it clean. “Now lets see if you can do what you were ordered before.” She settled her weight onto the face below her and gripped tender nipples between thumb and forefinger.

       Maria went into a frenzy, sucking and licking the pussy that pushed her head into the bed. She could barely breath. She aimed for the clit to get her boss off as soon as possible and end this nightmare. Rebecca pulled and twisted the nipples of her Maid, and found that it gave her pleasure to encourage Maria in her task. She had been horny before and knew she wouldnt last very long. She looked down at the engorged clit, surrounded by black hair. If she had to encourage her farther, a finger flick or two directly on her clit would do it. The jolt she got thinking about it put her over the edge, and she came, twisting a nipple and grinding her cunt into the face beneath her.

       The doorbell rang and John left to answer it. Rebecca lay back on the bed panting. Marias eyes were closed, great gulps of air entering her lungs after her ordeal.

       ”Vhat have Ve hier,” a foreign female voice said from the doorway.

       Maria looked up to see a slight blonde, about middle age, standing there encased in leather. Her mouth smiled, but here eyes were hard as rocks. “I think a week should do it, but we can extend it if necessary,” John told her from behind.

       Rebecca cringed as Mistress Schmidt walked over to the bed and looked down at her as though she wanted to suck the life out of her. “No, the Maid,” John said and her gaze shifted from Rebecca to the form tied to the bed with raised eyebrow.

       “She vill be a changed person when I return the cunt,” Frau Schmidt ran the back of her fingernails down the front of the prostrate body. She turned it to pull off the duct tape, then the clothespins. Maria gasped at the pain. “Soooo, you wouldnt suck cunt?” She smiled, “She vill beg to suck every cunt in town-especially ones having their periods..”

       She took off the glove from her left hand and laid it on Marias stomach. Her leather clad hand went to Marias nipple and she looked her in the eyes as she clamped down between thumb and forefinger. Her smile pushed the corners of her mouth slightly up as the pain registered. A chill went through the Maid as the blonde dominatrix reached down with her free hand and gripped her cunt hair with her fingers. The pressure on her nipple increased and the nipple was twisted to increase the pain. The Frau watched as Marias eyes filled with pain and she began breathing with short, shallow breaths. Without looking down, the fingers of her left hand entwined in cunt hair and lifted with a jerk, the surprisingly strong woman lifting the Maids pelvis off the edge of the bed.

       A piercing scream filled the air. Frau Schmidt let go and pulled a ball gag from the Johns bag. “Open vide. Ve cant have ze neighbors disturbed.”

       “Please, John, Sir, Mistress. Please dont let her take me. Ill obey you. I want to obey you. Ill even suck off Rebecca. Ill be your obedient cunt.”

       “Too late. It is time you learned your place,” said John.

       “Nooooooooooo.” Maria shut her mouth tightly as the Dominatrix reached with the ball gag. Frau Schmidt pinched her nose shut, whereupon Maria opened her lips slightly, baring her teeth so the gag wouldnt go in. The blonde women smiled and drove a fist into the Maids stretched belly. Marias eyes bugged out and she opened her mouth to scream. The noise was muffled in an instant as the ball was seated into place and the straps quickly buckled behind her head.

       “Untie the bitch.”

       Rebecca untied the rope from her hands and John did her feet. Frau Schmidt grasped a nipple and pulled as Maria struggled to follow the lead down to the floor at the bottom of the bed. Cloverleaf nipple clips on a lead were attached with an muffled moan and the blonde dominatrix pulled on them to lead her “student” out of the room.

       “Wwwwmmmm…,” Maria begged. “Mmmmmnn,” imploring eyes looked at John as she lurched forward, hands still shackled, to keep the tension off her sore nipples.

       “It is instruction that will do you good,” he smiled at her. “And thanks for helping out, Alena.” he looked at the blonde dominatrix, “Ill be in touch with you this week to see how she is progressing.”

       She nodded. Maria moved awkwardly forward to avoid the clamps gripping her tender nips.

       “Dont worry about clothing,” John continued, “Frau Schmidt will provide anything you need. We will see you in about a week- that is unless you need additional instruction.” Maria was led out of the door at that point. She stumbled down the stairs, still on hands and knees as her teacher held her by the hair to steady her descent.

       The tension was thick in the room as they heard the front door close. They knew Maria was being led naked, and Rebecca knew what it felt like to be naked outside where anyone could see. John undressed and sat back down in the chair, obviously aroused. He looked down and Rebecca slid off from the bed and crawled over to him, putting her hands around his middle to pull herself closer. She hadnt realized before what a beautiful cock he had. She gazed at it for a few seconds, then lifted it up and licked the ball sack under it before licking up the length to concentrate on the head.

       “You may rub your clit.”

       She slid a hand down and did as he had ordered. She smiled to herself, determined to make this the blowjob he would never forget.

       Afterward, Rebecca cleaned him off with her tongue without thinking and crawled into bed, her body lying across the side of her husband. She wiggled her body against his, her unlocked cunt resting on his leg. “Thank you for letting me cum, Master,” she said with feeling, “I feel like Ive finally come home”.


Finis.


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