Becky's Slave

Becky's Slave

Chapter 10

“Carol, how would you like to use our little slave? You can have him by yourself, or we can use him together.” Mistress Carol thought for a moment while I kneeled in fear. As much as I looked forward to worshiping Mistress Carol, I was afraid of what she might do. As beautiful as she was, I sensed that she would be mean to me. “How much pain can he endure?” I was right; she was going to be cruel. “Well, that depends on what you mean. I have punished him somewhat severely. You will see a few marks. Stand up!” I rose to my feet quickly. “Turn around!” Mistress Hilda moved to the end of the bed and pulled my panties down enough for Carol to see the marks on my ass. “Turn!” I turned back and she showed Mistress Carol the tiny welts on my flaccid penis. Carol laughed. “Look at that pathetic little cock of his.” Mistress Hilda smacked it a few times while I winced in pain. “Does that give you an idea?” Mistress Carol smiled and crossed her arms.

“My husband used to be that way. It seemed like he was always whining about his punishment.” Mistress Hilda looked at Carol in a puzzled manner. “So, what did you do?” Carol laughed in a sadistic way. “I took him to a higher level.” Hilda smiled and became anxious. She shook her head up and down. “I think I know what you mean. Carol, will you show me…with Denny?” Carol smiled and looked at Hilda, running her finger up and down Hilda's breasts. “Absolutely! I love to train new slaves.” My heart ached in my chest as the realization hit me. I knew she was going to be cruel. “How do we begin?” Carol looked about the room. “I don't see any toys.” Hilda jumped from the bed. “Oh, I have lots of toys.” Carol stepped onto the floor. “We only need one Hilda. Well, two actually. I need a small piece of string, or a shoelace would be perfect. Then, I need a wooden spoon.” Anxiety was building in my chest. I had read about wooden spoons. I had actually experimented with one myself. Oh god, they can hurt.

“Get up into the bed Denny. I have a surprise for you while Hilda gets our toys together.” I quickly got into the bed and lay on my back as Mistress Carol instructed. While I was doing that, Mistress Carol pulled the skimpy nightgown she was wearing over her head and deposited it on the floor. My cock stirred with excitement as I viewed her beautiful body for the first time. Her breasts were not large, but full, with large nipples. They were sticking straight out. Her tummy was flat and a large crop of pubic hair covered her pussy. I tried not to stare, but could not help myself. “I hope you like to eat pussy Denny, because that is what you are going to do for the next few minutes while we get you ready.” With an evil smile Mistress Carol hoisted her beautiful body up on the bed, straddling my face. The rich sent of her feminine odor stirred me as she planted her gapping hairy pussy on my face. Her thighs partially muted the sound of her voice. I opened my mouth trying to breath, but the weight of her body made it extremely difficult. I instinctively grabbed the railings in the bed, trying desperately to breath. She would occasionally lift her weight and allow me a breath or two. Each time she did the taste and smell of her pussy permeated my nose and mouth. It was very strong, obviously unwashed. The smell of dried urine and pussy sweat was overwhelming. Despite my constant struggle for air, I became extremely aroused.

Within a few moments Hilda returned. “Here Carol. Here is a shoestring and the spoon you wanted. As Mistress Carol leaned forward to take them, I used the opportunity to take a deep breath. She had purposely sat facing my lower body. Each breath brought the pungent musty odor of her ass hole. My nose was firmly pressed against here dirty opening. Each time I opened my mouth to breath, the dampness from her pussy excited my mouth. I could not see what she was doing, but I could feel the shoestring being drawn tightly around my cock and balls. I could also feel the tightness in my groin as my cock grew to a fully erect state. The taste and smell of Mistress Carol was driving me crazy with desire. She finally rose up and moved to the side. I took a large breath and looked down at my tightly bound cock.

“Oh Hilda, I forgot. I will need something to bind his wrists and ankles.” Hilda reached into her dresser drawer and retrieved two sets of handcuffs. She quickly placed my wrists in one set and attached them to the headboard. Then she put the other set on my ankles and pulled them down to the footboard. “It is better for him if we keep him in place. The spoon can be quiet painful, and we don't want him thrashing about.” Mistress Carol's words scared me. With the scent of her pussy and asshole still in my nose, I felt a great desire to please her. Yet, I was scared that she was going to hurt me more than I could stand.

Miss Carol smiled as she massaged my balls and cock. The shoestring caused my cock to stay erect. I could see it bobbing up and down as she skillfully manipulated me. On the one hand I was scared to death, but on the other hand I was burning with desire. Mistress Carol began smacking the palm of her hand with the spoon, testing its application. She moved close to my ear and whispered. “I am going to test you Denny, like you have never been tested before.” She rose up and looked at Hilda. “Get me a pair of dirty panties. We will need to gag him, to keep him from waking up the neighbors.” My heart began pounding in my chest, as she pushed Hilda's scented panties into my mouth. I had never been so scared. Suddenly, the shame and embarrassment didn't matter anymore.

“Now Denny, I want you to remember how bad you have been. This will help you to be a good boy. Becky will be proud of you when she sees how attentive you have become, and how quickly you respond. This will help you do that.” Then with one quick motion, Mistress Carol raised the spoon over me and brought it down on my swollen balls. “AHHHHHHHHH!” I pulled against the handcuffs as the pain shot though the skin on my balls. For an instant I remembered how it felt when I had done it, but that was before I had been shaved. My skin was now more exposed. Smack! Again she stung my balls with the spoon, only harder. I felt like my head would pop off. I screamed through the panties as hard as I could, trying to cope with pain. Smack!! This time harder than the other two. It felt like my balls were on fire. I screamed several times. The pain was so bad I felt like I might pass out. I clinched my fists and prayed for her to stop. But it was not to be. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!. The forth stroke seared my balls. It was so bad I tried to scream but nothing came out. It actually took my breath. I had never felt so much agony. A few seconds went by and another one came. AHHHHHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!! I begged Mistress Carol to stop. I was crying so badly I could hardly talk. The tears in my eyes made it hard for me to see. The pain would not go away. Finally she stopped after the 6 th or 7 th blow. I lost count. My balls were a burning mass of nerves. It felt as if she had ripped the skin from my ball sack.

“He is a whinny sort. I think my husband can take more than that.” I could barely make out their conversation. My brain was so preoccupied with the burning sensation in my balls; I could not concentrate on anything else. After what seemed like an eternity the pain began to subside. I lay there for a long time with my eyes closed. As I regained my composure, Mistress Carol and Mistress Hilda looked closely at my balls. “Not bad. Look at the tiny breaks in the skin, and the blood vessels are broken too. His balls are going to be soar for a day or two.” I strained my neck to see, but with not luck. “Don't worry Denny. They are still there.”

Mistress Carol rose up and began smacking the spoon in her palm again. “You poor baby, it is so unfair to punish your balls. Don't you agree Denny?” I was afraid to answer. “Your balls are still stinging. It is so unfair.” Mistress Carol continued to mock me with her sympathetic tone, as Mistress Hilda watched with joy. “I agree Carol. I think it is so unfair to his little cock.” She flipped my cock with her fingers several times. I knew what they were leading up to. “Yes, it is so unfair that his little cock has not gotten any attention at all.” Mistress Carol placed the spoon over my cock and began smacking, lightly at first, but gradually increasing the intensity. They both watched my face as the gentle taps turned into burning strips. “Ahhhhhhhhh! Please stop Mistress. Please stop!” Both Mistress Carol and Hilda laughed at me. “Stop? Why I have only begun!” Smack!!!

The pain associated with each carefully placed strike gradually intensified until I was screaming in agony. My eyes were filled with tears and I begged profusely, but it only spurred her on. “Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!” I thought I would pass out. They talked and laughed as each smack of the spoon seared the tender skin of my penis. It felt like they were peeling the skin from my cock. I lost track of what they were saying. Finally she stopped. “'Look at it Hilda! Will it….will it heal?” Mistress Hilda rubbed my burning cock between her fingers. “Oh yes, it will heal. It is amazing how much punishment the genitals will take.” They both inspected my cock and balls as I withered in the aftermath of pain. “I think I will get some alcohol to put on them just in case. We don't want any infections.”

Mistress Carol continued to taunt me until Mistress Hilda returned. The burning sensation finally began to subside, and I rose up just enough to see my cock. It was terribly inflamed, and bruised all over. “Here this ought to help.” Mistress Hilda took the cap off of the alcohol bottle and turned it up, allowing the alcohol to soak into a piece of gauze. Then, in her usual rough manner, wiped the gauze across my balls and cock. The alcohol immediately entered the broken skin and sent shock waves of burning pain into the affected area. I screamed again in agony as she applied the alcohol. Several times she turned up the bottle and wiped the gauze across my skin. I had never felt anything like it. It seemed even worse than the punishment they had inflected. I was beside of myself with pain.

Mistress Hilda released me from the bed and ordered me to the floor. I laid there in pain for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a short while. As I regained my composure, the sound of Mistess Hilda and Carol's intimate encounter became noticeable. I guessed that the punishment session had turned them on, and they were enjoying each other's company. This went on for almost an hour. I finally drifted off to sleep. As the morning light entered the room, I inspected my genitals. While the stinging sensation had gone, I still felt the discomfort of the broken skin. It would take several days to get back to normal. I made up my mind that I would not hesitate again, when Mistress Hilda gave me an order.

Mistress Hilda rose first and instructed me to fix breakfast. I quickly complied, as they all showered and dressed. After breakfast Carol and Lana were gone, and once again I was alone with Mistress Hilda. She applied the alcohol again, burning my skin, but not nearly as bad as the night before, a welcome sign that I was healing properly. She was silent most of the morning, and spoke only to give me orders. I followed each without hesitation. By noon I was feeling almost normal. The warmth from my injured skin was a constant reminder that I did not want to get out of line again. In a strange sort of way, it was almost soothing. It made it right for me to obey her, no matter what I was told to do.

For the next several days Mistress Hilda continued my training. She gave me daily injections and inspected me carefully. I was instructed to do almost anything one could imagine to make a woman feel good. Grooming, comfort, serving meals, massages, sexual stimulation, nothing was left out. On Thursday evening Mistress Hilda phoned Becky and talked to her for a long time. “He is ready Becky. I will sent him home afternoon tomorrow.” I could hear Becky's voice, but could not make out what she was saying. “Yes, he is doing much better. I don't think you will have much trouble with him for a while.” She looked sternly at me. “If you do, just let me have him for a few days.” My cock and balls were nearly healed, but the memory of the searing pain was still very vivid in my mind. “Would you like to talk to him?” My heart began to race. I loved Becky so much, and I missed her. “Are you sure?” I wished I could understand what Becky was saying. “Ok, that's fine. I will have him there about 1:00, and I will give him the proper instructions.” I was disappointed as Mistress Hilda hung up the phone.

“Becky wants to wait and talk with you tomorrow. She has… she has company right now and thinks it would be best to wait.” My heart sunk. She was with John. I knew she was with John. Otherwise she would have talked to me. “Get me ready for bed Denny. I want special attention tonight!” I jumped to my feet immediately. I knew that I must not allow myself to get depressed. I was sure Mistress Hilda sensed my disappointment, and knew that I needed to be kept busy. I also knew that I must leave Mistress Hilda on Friday on a good note. Despite the intense training she had given me, I had become attached to her. I truly worshiped her, despite the agony she had put me through. That night I savored the taste of her pussy and asshole until she feel asleep.

The next morning I awoke early, anxious to serve Mistress Hilda, been especially anxious to return home to my beloved Becky. I prepared Mistress a special breakfast, and helped her get dressed. She was treating better than she ever had. Perhaps it was a reward for responding so well to the training, or perhaps she was going to miss me. Regardless of her reason, I was enjoying it very much. I had even learned to control my personal desires better. However, the anticipation of seeing Becky again was making it very difficult. I could not keep my mind off of her. By mid morning my clit was getting hard. For some reason I had been thinking more and more about my penis as a clit. I had noticed something different this morning when Hilda inspected me. It was the only time she allowed me to remove my artificial breasts. Each breast has a hollow area where it comes in contact with nipple. This morning I noticed that my nipples were larger, and that the area around them seemed to puff outward. At first it startled me, but then I realized it was the hormone shots. The more I thought about it, the harder my clit became.

Mistress Hilda made me dress up like a woman. I wore a matching silky thong and bra. She had purchased me new stockings and garter belt. For the first time since I had been there, she put a wig on me. Then she made me put on a skimpy dress. I must have looked like a cheap whore, but Mistress Hilda was pleased at the results. “We are going to make a couple of stops before I take you home Denny. I want you to look nice.” Mistress Hilda raised her eyebrows and smiled as she stood back to look at me.

Within a few minutes we were in her car. She did not say anything until we pulled up in front of a small boutique. I remembered the name because Becky had purchased thing from there before. I was very nervous as we got out of the car and walked into the shop. I felt like everybody was looking at me. There were only a few customers in the store at the time. Mistress Hilda quickly walked to the back where the counter was. A very pretty lady, probably 32 or 33, smiled. She obviously new Mistress very well. “Good morning Hilda.” She looked at Hilda briefly, and then focused on me. It made me nervous, and I looked down at the floor. “This must be Denny.” I could feel my face burning as she walked around the counter. “Let me take a good look at him, I mean her.” They both laughed. “Marla, I am taking Denny home today. His training is complete, and he would like to purchase something for Becky, you know, as a coming home present.” Marla put her hands on my shoulders and looked me over for a few moments. “Oh I think I have something perfect for her. I assumed at first that she was referring to a gift for Becky, but it was not.

Marla pulled me by the hand until we were in front of the dressing room. She opened the door and pointed her finger. “Go on in Denny, I want you to strip.” My heart began to race. I wondered why she wanted me to strip. I remembered that I must not hesitate, and I quickly walked into the room and turned to face Marla. “We will be back in a few minutes, and I want you naked!” The smile was gone from Marla's face and her voice became harsh. I began removing my clothes. The room was mirrored on all four sides. I could not help but notice myself. I looked exactly like a woman. The weeks of dieting had flattened my tummy. After removing my dress, I stood and looked at my reflection. My clit began to swell, and I pushed it down so it would not be so noticeable in my panties. Unfortunately it would not matter in a few moments. I removed my bra, and then slid the matching panty thong down my legs. My now semi hard clit was sticking out, and I knew I could not hide it.

I heard the door open and I turned to look, placing both hands over my clit. For an instant I feared that it might be someone else. Then I heard Marla's voice. She flung the door wide open, showing no respect for my privacy. Mistress Hilda was right behind her. “Good! I see she follows orders well.” Hilda laughed. “You should have seen her clit a few days ago. You would know why she is so obedient. Show her Denny.” A sick feeling came over me as a turned my hands away and exposed my self. There were still a few bruises and broken veins that were noticeable. Marla reached forward and fondled my balls and clit. “Oh, I see what you mean. Does Becky know that you…that you…you know…had to be so... so tough?” Mistress Hilda nodded her head. “Becky knew that he had to be disciplined. She will get used to it. In fact, she will learn to like it.”

Marla opened the box that she had brought into the dressing room. “I hope this fits. They only come two sizes. “I watched closely as she broke the plastic wrapping and held it up. I could not figure out what it was at first. Marla held it in front of my face, and it suddenly became apparent, a chastity device. I was filled with fear as the two girls laughed at my obvious disapproval. A thousand thoughts ran through my head. I had read about them, and how they were used. A wicked wife or Mistress could keep their slave in chastity for weeks, even months. How would they know that Becky wanted me to have one? “Denny, this is your gift to Becky. It says a lot, don't you think?” I stumbled for words, but could think of anything to say. “It tells her Denny, that your satisfaction in not important anymore, only hers. It says that you are willing to do without for days on end, or months, or even years if she wishes. It says that you live only to please her.” I was speechless. Would I never be able to cum again? I had a sick feeling in my stomach.

“Show him how to put it on Marla.” Marla bent down and massaged my clit, and it almost immediately began to swell. It had been over a week since I had come, and my balls were aching for relief. Marla smiled as my clit rose to attention. Dispite the embarrassment of being exposed in front of her for the first time, I could not hide my carnal cravings. “He has very little control.” Hilda looked sternly at me, as Marla pulled on my clit. Then without warning she smacked it hard. The burning sensation shot though my clit. She did it again, then a third time. She spit into the device several times. My erection subsided, but remained swollen as she pushed the head into the chastity tube. She quickly twisted the latch in place, and attached a small lock. “There now, I think that does it. How does it feel Denny?” I looked down at the device. It was transparent and it fit tightly on my cock, I mean my clit. The latch went under my balls and around the base of my clit. I could feel a slight tension in my balls. I would find out later that this was an intended aggravation. It would stimulate me when I was soft by placing sensual pressure on my balls, but would also serve as a painful restraint when I became erect. It would take weeks for me to get used to it.

Marla stood up and both she and Hilda surveyed my predicament. Hilda grabbed my jaw with her hand. “You have a choice to make Denny. You can accept this as your gift to Becky, or you can go home empty handed.” I looked up at Mistress Hilda, and then down at the device. “You know of course that if you go home empty handed, Becky will know. She will know that you have not changed.” I knew she was right, yet I was afraid to commit to it. “She will know that you are really interested in yourself, not her.” I thought for a moment. “But I am devoted to Becky, to Mistress Becky. I love her more than anything.” I felt my voice quiver. “Make up you mind Denny. Now, I am tired of waiting. I hung my head. “Yes Mistress, I will do it.” The key was on a gold chain. She smiled. “It's the only key.” She put the chain around my neck. “Make sure you give this to Becky.” Both of the girls turned and walked out of the dressing room. Mistress Hilda turned. “Get dressed, and hurry, I don't have all day. I am leaving in one minute, if you want a ride.”

I quickly got dressed and ran out the door, Marla smiling as I left. “Come back soon.” I made it to the car just as Mistress Hilda was ready to leave. Within a few minutes we were home. I looked at the front of the house. It seemed like an eternity had passed since I left. “I will come by tomorrow to show Becky how to give you your injections. She has a list of things inside for you to do before she gets home. I suggest you get busy.” I thanked Mistress Hilda and we parted.

To be continued in Chapter 11