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Training Rebecca Part V (Wednesday)
Monday morning was nothing but usual, that is, it was as usual as Rebecca's life had become. She had slept well, very well, the night before, and visions of the events of the evening flooded in. She pushed them aside and got on with the day. She did her morning exercises with the penis gag, and dressed as she had been taught. Maria was wearing a cover-up and told her she would be spending her day-off at the beach with friends after delivering the boys to school. Rebecca nodded, spent a few minutes with the boys, and then headed for the office. There, she sat as required, skirt up in back so she was sitting on her bare ass (she was wearing her skirts fuller these days since a tight skirt was difficult to hike up), with her legs parted, even under her desk. She expected a phone call from Kyle in the morning, but nothing happened. When she saw any of the men who had been at the strip club, she reddened and had to take a deep breath before speaking. But they acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary, so she began to relax. The afternoon, likewise there was no contact from HIM. Finally about the time she was getting ready to leave HE walked into her office.
“Hello, Sir,” she said looking up, trying to smile.
“Hello, Rebecca. How is the corporate world these days?”
“Fine, thank you, Sir.”
“You are sitting as I have instructed?”
“Yes, Sir. Do you want to check?”
“Of course,” he stepped over and pulled up the back of her skirt as she sat until he could see her naked ass through the open back of the chair. “You have recovered from last night?”
She blushed again thinking about all the men, most of whom she knew, who had their hands on every part of her body. “I slept well, Sir,” was as much as she could manage.
“I shouldn't wonder. I have a few instructions for you.”
“More rules to complicate my life?” she said trying to keep the venom from her voice, but forcing a smile.
“Wednesday morning you have your appointment to get your piercings,” he said ignoring her. “It is scheduled for 10:00 so you will have to make arrangements to come in late to work. Here is the address. They will be expecting you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said wondering to herself what he would do if she skipped the appointment. She shuttered and decided that she really didn't want to know.
“The other matter concerns your pc muscles.”
“My what?” she inquired.
“The muscles that control your vagina. They are a bit weak, as both Joanna and I noticed. I will expect nice strong muscles to milk my cock if I should decide I want to fuck your cunt. You will strengthen them for me over the next few weeks.” He went into the kitchenette and returned. “Remove your skirt and spread your cunt lips.” His examinations of her nether regions always left her blushing and confused. He held up a glass “Now you will pee into this glass,” he said as though instructing someone on a point of golf.
“Oh my God, your aren't...” she said in a loud voice. Then looking toward the door she hissed, “you can't really mean it.”
He said nothing, just looked at her waiting patiently for the realization to sink in. It was his eyes that were different than any other man's. They seemed to look right inside her, and seemed to know just what she was thinking. They caught hers and told her that her objections would come to naught.
“I will try, Sir,” she said blushing as she pushed her bald labia against the glass. Nothing happened. The minutes ticked by.
“Rebecca,” he said sternly.
“I am trying, Sir, really I am. But this is soooo embarrassing. I have never done this in front of anyone.” She paused. “I know I can do this for you.” She was pushing, but nothing was happening. She knew he would be angry with her if she failed him. It was just so...so, she didn't know what. He had taken something very personal and private and was taking control of even that.
She looked down at his expectant face. “I won't disappoint you, Sir,” she said with resolve. And soon, as good as her word, the sound of piss hitting the glass could be heard.
“Stop,” he said firmly and louder than usual. She sucked in the muscles responsible for pee control and in a couple of seconds only a few droplets of water trickled down to fall into the glass.
“You took too long to stop. It is a sign of weakness in your muscles. Start up again.” She relaxed and felt the pee streaming out.
“Stop,” he said as soon as he heard the spisssss of her flow. This time she was ready and pulled in the muscles hard.
“That was a bit better. Go.” And on she went starting and stopping until she was drained.
“From now on, whenever you pee, you will start and stop five times. That will exercise the muscles we have been speaking about, and you will begin to isolate them. I will have more serious exercises for you to start in a few days. Do you have any questions?”
“I don't think so, Sir.”
“And Rebecca...”
“Yes, Sir?”
“I know these exercises will make your little cunt horny. But you don't have permission to cum.”
“It will not be a problem, Sir,” she answered a little too hastily.
“See that is isn't.”
After he left, she made the arrangements with her secretary to move a couple of appointments on Wednesday morning.
Tuesday morning, she awoke and started and stopped five times as her new instructions dictated. Then she went down to exercise and found another box like the one the previous week. Inside was a slightly longer and wider pecker gag. She took it out and it took 10 minutes before she could get it in without gagging on it. Then she cautiously did her exercises with it strapped to her head, the end jutting into her throat slightly and causing her to breath more heavily than usual. Her throat was dry and scratchy when she finished and was able to take the offending article out. The water from her water bottle felt good and she sighed thinking how complicated her once simple life had become.
The day went smoothly. By the end of it, she was feeling the kegels she did every time she took a piss. She went upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed. He had extended his control into almost every aspect of her life, and she resented it with every fiber in her being. She could have just given her body to him without much in the way of regret. But the constant tingling in her clit reminded her that he had wormed his way into her mind and she shuttered as she realized she was losing control of herself. She wondered if it was possible to have the kind of orgasms he gave her, no, forced upon her, in any other way. Was it that she was encountering new sexual experiences like a teenage girl, or was it something else, something totally different, something he understood about her that she didn't understand about herself? She constantly marveled at his command of himself and everyone around him, even as she wished his command over her wasn't so powerful and complete. She knew he wasn't the sort of man who would look kindly at a woman whining about him wanting sex too often, or complaining about the way he dressed, or the hours he kept.
She did know that she felt stimulated and her mind was drawn to him every time she did something he had commanded her to do. And the fact that he had expressly forbidden her masturbation privileges, something she never thought about normally, made her think of it all the more. She undressed, and naked lay on the bed. She ran her hands over her breasts and found the nipples ultra sensitive. She debated whether or not she should chance it, and turned red at the thought that he might know and call her again, interrupting a perfectly good finger fuck. She moaned as she rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She was so close to an orgasm and hadn't even touched her clit. Reluctantly, she dragged her hands away, turned out the light, rolled over, and tried to sleep.
Wednesday promised to be another beautiful day. As the sun shone through the bedroom windows, Rebecca roused from a restless night and remembered that she was to be pierced that morning. She peed five times, counting starts and stops, put her hair in a ponytail, donned sweats and went downstairs to call John. After the third attempt, she gave up and did her exercises after finally getting the new penis gag in place. There was no rush this morning since she was going to have her piercings done at 10:00 and wasn't due into the office ‘til after lunch. She spent time with the boys, gave them both hugs, and Maria loaded them in the car for school. Then she relaxed on the couch with a second cup of coffee and read the paper.
It was some time later that a deep male voice startled her from her concentration. “Good morning, Rebecca.”
The paper slipped from her grasp. Right behind him was Maria who said, “I'm sorry, he just burst past me when I opened the door. Do you want me to call the police?”
“It is fine, Maria,” she said as he sat in a chair opposite her.
“Sit down, Maria,” he indicated another couch on a third wall. She looked at her employer who nodded her ascent.
Maria crossed in front of him and sat down. He studied her. She was in her mid-twenties with dark features and a nice figure accentuated by the dress she wore. Her lips were full and sensual, the heritage of Spanish Peninsulares many centuries ago. They had also given her finely chiseled features, and a desire to display a nicely tanned cleavage.
“Rebecca, assume position #1,” he said without taking his gaze off the maid.
She glared at him shaking her head. “You have gone too far. This is my home. You will have to leave now,” she said enunciating each word with fire in her eyes. She made to rise, but his eyes held hers and she sank back into the couch.
“Maria, leave us,” he ordered.
“Do you want me to call the police?” she asked her employer.
“Yes,” he smiled, “that would be just the thing to do.”
Rebecca shook her head; “No, not the police. Just do as he says,” she was shaking as Maria left the room.
Kyle pulled out a DVD and popped it into the player. The screen came alive with a court scene. A couple was being sentenced for IRS fraud by a panel of three judges. The next scene showed Rebecca sitting in his office. She watched as she asked him to accept a $6 million bribe to forget their IRS indiscretion. Then it jumped to the restaurant and showed her rushing to the table with her red bra in hand for him, and pulling up her skirt with a brief flash of bare torso when sitting down. Then she was in the Board Room receiving a spanking.... Her mind went numb.
“You can imagine where this could be sent. Do you want to see the rest?” he asked, a deadly calm in his voice as the TV screen showed her with skirt held high, kneeling and taking him into her mouth in the board room.
Tears were in her eyes as she watched herself putting on the red wig in the bedroom while preparing for the strip club act and shook her head no. “I can't involve Maria, I just can't. It would be too embarrassing and she might say something to John. If he finds out, my marriage will be over. You have taken over every other part of my life. Please, I need to keep this part my own.”
“You might want to watch some of your act,” he said shutting off the DVD player, “it was really something. It all comes back to the choices you want to make and the consequences of those choices. You will either obey me or not. It is as simple as that.”
No, it is not simple at all, she thought. “I have obeyed demands that have embarrassed and humiliated me. I have tried so hard to please you. But it is never enough. You have taken my life away now as though it were nothing.” She felt the tears welling up in spite of her resolve not to cry.
“And given you something you didn't have before.”
“What is that?” she said a tear trickling down her cheek.
“Freedom. Freedom from the inhibitions that have held your sexuality captive. Freedom to let your true sexual nature come through. Freedom to experience a level of sexuality that most people only fantasize about. For me the cost has been many millions of dollars. Could you even go back to being the woman you were a week ago?”
She thought about it. This week had brought out feelings she had long since forgotten as well as a whole new level of sexuality she didn't know existed. She had no idea what this was going to do to her relationship with John but it would never be the same. “I would be your slave, if that's what you want, at your house. But you would have to leave me alone here and at work. It's the only way I can preserve the life I have.”
“Although you didn't know what you were getting yourself into, you said you would obey me. And you have, most of the time, at least. But I demand obedience whenever and wherever I desire. And that includes here when it suits my pleasure.”
She bowed her head, knowing that there could only be one outcome to the events playing themselves out.
“It won't do me any good to beg?” she said with resignation in her voice.
“No, I'm afraid not.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“You will have to accept your punishment, and Maria will witness your pain and humiliation.”
She didn't answer.
“Call Maria to come in here.” She rose and called Maria's name from the living room entrance. Maria entered, “Yes, ma'am?”
“Sit there,” Kyle directed her to the couch again.
“Finish your coffee,” he said to Rebecca. Then as she swallowed it and set the cup down, “Position #1, facing Maria.”
Rebecca sat for a minute numb. Then she rose, blushing, and removed her sweat top, bra, and sox. She took the sweat bottoms and panties off in one motion, hoping he wouldn't see them. These were folded and placed on a chair with the rest. Then the naked woman knelt and placed laced fingers behind her neck, her head down so she couldn't see Maria who stared wide-eyed at the high-powered businesswoman in front of her.
“Sir, please may I visit the bathroom before we start?”
He ignored her. “What orders did you disobey?” he asked from his seat at her side.
“I didn't obey you and get into the position you ordered.”
“And what was the punishment the first time you disobeyed me?” he asked.
“I...I...can we please not do this in front of Maria?”
“REBECCA.”
“I was spanked, Sir.”
“Yes. And the second time you were punished for failing to follow an order to my satisfaction?”
“You hit me with a whip, Sir.”
“WHERE?”
“On my breasts, Sir.”
“So I did. This is the third time. What will your punishment be this time, do you imagine?”
She hesitated, “I don't know. That is up to you, Sir.”
“Now you are an intelligent women. Take a guess, and if you are wrong, I'll add 5 strokes to your punishment.”
“Oh God. Please don't hit my...my...my pussy, Sir. Please don't.”
Maria had been fidgeting uncomfortably since her employer had stripped at Kyle's command. She started to get up. “Sit down,” Kyle thundered. “I will tell you when to stand and when to leave.” She looked at her employer for guidance, and then slumped down even more frightened than before.
“You are incisive,” his gaze had never left Rebecca. “You will have a choice like last time. You may hold yourself open for your punishment and receive ten strokes, or I will tie you up and you will receive twenty five.”
“I will take my punishment without being tied, Sir,” she responded, not sure there really was a choice. “Please don't hit me hard like last time. I don't know if I can take it there. I...I wanted to obey you. You don't understand how hard it is to obey you here in my home in front of my housekeeper.”
“I understand everything,” his eyes were hard and unflinching. “Do a backbend. Do you know what that is?”
“Yes, sir.” She pulled her feet out from under her and placed them flat on the floor. Then bending backward, she arched her back and put her hands on the floor over her head, her hair touching the floor. Maria looked quizzically at the protrusion from Rebecca's ass. Kyle rose and retrieved the bag he had dropped outside the living room. He pulled out a wooden ruler a bit thicker and broader than usual, and moved over to her side.
“Spread your feet wider, I want Maria to be able to see right into you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said blushing again as she pulled her legs wider apart and felt her lips open.
“Maria, you will notice how wet she is,” he said seeing her eyes fixated on the soaking cunt in front of her. “This happens every time I am around. I take it as a compliment,” he smiled.
“You will count each one, and thank me for it,” he said eying the taunt tendons on her thighs, and her breasts, which were stretched almost flat.
“Yes, Sir.”
“If you make a mistake, or move from your pose, we start over.”
“Yes, Sir.”
With only a moderate amount of force, the ruler descended on her unprotected cunt. It hit square in the middle, with the end landing in her open hole. As the juice spattered from the force, her muscles contracted and a high-pitched scream left her lips. In a few seconds, she relaxed.
“One,” she took a breath. “Thank you, Sir,” she said as he dragged the wood up across her cunt.
She closed her eyes anticipating the next blow. He aimed this one lower. The main part of the ruler hit her open hole and the end landed on her butt plug.
“Iiiiiieeeeeeeeee,” was the response.
“Two, thank you, Sir,” she said when she could speak. Maria had never witnessed anything like this and was covering her mouth with her hand. It was so up close and personal it was almost as though she could feel the ruler landing on her, and she shuddered with each blow.
He ran a corner of the ruler over a nipple and watched as it popped back up on the other side.
Just as he saw her relaxing, he aimed directly at her clit. Her shriek left no doubt that he had hit his target. Her legs shook for a half-minute before she said, “Three, thank you, Sir.” Her clit had come out of the hood as she stretched her body. Now it responded by growing still bigger with a red tinge, and she was sure it had become more sensitive than ever.
He avoided it on the next 3 strikes and her lips turned a deep pink from the unwanted attention. She was breathing heavily when he stopped to give her a break. Then he took 6 clothespins out of his bag. A nipple was pinched and twisted and a clothespin attached. She moaned as the other one was decorated to match. Then he pinched a cunt lip between thumb and forefinger and placed two on one side and two on the other. Her moans answered Maria's worst fears. A piece of duct tape was placed on each pair of clothespins and then stuck on her leg, opening her up even further. Even the lips offered no protection for the sensitive inner flesh now.
Kyle pushed his finger into her cunt and rubbed the juice around on her clit. Then a little more juice was added with a little more friction from his finger on her clit. The effects of the coffee had been building up in her and added to everything else that was happening she had to work to keep from leaking. She certainly didn't want that to happen as it would make him unhappy, as well as embarrass her further, if that was possible.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Rebecca?”
“I know we aren't done yet but I have to pee very badly.”
“Yes, I know.” His finger continued to massage her clit. “You are doing well. Only four more to go.”
When she started to move against his fingers, he stopped. He raised the ruler and brought it down on her clit. “Aaagggaaaaa,” was the response as tears streamed up her forehead to be lost in the locks of hair. “Seven, thank you, Sir.”
He massaged the injured party before using the ruler on it again. The pain followed by the pleasure was driving her wild. She could feel a little pee leaking out after the last hit and squeezed harder to keep it in check. The blood rushing to her head was making her light-headed. She had to concentrate to get through this like she had her earlier punishments. She couldn't weaken and have him start all over. “Eight, thank you, Sir.”
He bent over and pinched the clothespins together holding each of her nipples. “Uggoooooo,” was his only answer. Maria had been watching it all with fear, mixed with a little excitement, especially the clothespins on her nipples and his clit massage. She squeezed her thighs together, her fingernails digging into her palms and watched him rub the sensitive clit on the woman in front of her. He continued until the hips of the powerful businesswoman moved several times against his finger.
SMACK. “Aaiieeeee....Nine, thank you, Sir” Her thighs wouldn't stop quivering. She was breathing heavily. The tears wouldn't stop.
“Please hurry, Sir,” she pleaded feeling a drop of pee escape and clutching down on the muscle holding it in.
He manipulated her tender clit lightly until she was on the brink of orgasm. She fought to keep from cumming and fought to keep from peeing as he brought her up again and again. Her entire focus was on the task she had to complete and every second was another moment of a sort of delicious agony that kept her body in spasms. Then he brought the ruler down on her clit for the last time. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. Her body hadn't stopped shaking from the previous strike. Finally a shaky voice said, “Ten, thank you, Sir.”
He removed the clothespins. “You may assume Position #1 again.”
Rebecca turned over and collapsed on the floor for a minute. When she was able, she dragged herself back into her kneeling position, her legs muscles wobbling like jelly.
“Knees should be at least shoulder width apart.”
She knew that, but it was easier to keep from leaking with her legs together. “Yes, Sir.”
“Let's see how you've been doing on your rules. Tell Maria rule #1?”
“To be honest and complete in all responses to your questions, Sir.”
“Rule #2?”
“I am not to wear panties in your presence and to always pull my skirt up, sitting on my bare butt. And, I am to wear stockings and garter belt.”
He waited. “And?”
Oh, and I am to keep my legs open at all times.”
“And why is that?”
“It is...well...I am to always be open and available for you, Sir.”
Kyle turned to Maria and said, “Go up to Mrs. Dunbar's room and bring back a pair of pantyhose from her drawer.”
Maria looked at her employers downcast eyes, and said “Yes, Sir,” and rose and left the room.
“You're right, Sir,” she said hastily. “I haven't thrown them out yet. I haven't worn any pantyhose since you ordered me not to. I have only worn real stockings. I planned on throwing them out, but hadn't gotten around to it.”
“But you told me it had been done. What was rule #1?”
She said nothing. “What was rule #1?”
“I know, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Sir.” There was silence until Maria returned with a pair of pantyhose in her hand. Kyle held out his hand and accepted them from a bewildered housekeeper. As she sat back down, he took the pantyhose and tied Rebecca's hands behind her back.
“Have you any other transgressions to report from Rule #2?”
“I have momentarily forgotten proper sitting posture in my office, but I have caught myself. It is becoming almost normal to me know.”
“Any others?”
“I...well...I had panties on when you came in today. I was at home and I thought...”
“That has been a problem before.”
“Yes, Sir. But I didn't mean to disobey you. I didn't expect to ever see you in my house.”
“Any others?”
“No, Sir,” she said with finality.
“Rule #3?”
“I...my pussy is to be kept waxed at all times.” Maria's eyebrows went up.
“Yes. You have an appointment with Betty and Tina on Friday to touch things up a little. You will, of course, give them a tip this time.”
She shuddered knowing what kind of tip they would be expecting.
“Rule #4.”
“Please, Sir. Not in front of Maria.” Did he know she had tried to bring herself off?
“Rule #4.”
She closed her eyes as though not seeing it happen might make it somehow better. She took a deep breath praying that something, anything, would interrupt the humiliation she felt. “I am not to cum unless I have your permission.” Maria's jaw dropped and she sucked in her breath.
“And how have you done with Rule #4.”
“I have not broken it, Sir.”
He waited in silence, looking right through her. Maria squirmed on her seat. Rebecca could feel her resolve giving way from his stony silence and the pressure on her bladder.
He knew. He had to know somehow. “I tried to do it to myself...”
“To do what?”
“To, you know, to bring myself off...”
“Masturbate,” he corrected her.
“...to...to masturbate without permission.”
“How many times?”
“Twice, Sir.” Maria felt like she was about to explode watching and listening to the scene unfold before her. She gripped her thighs so they hurt.
“But you didn't cum?”
“No, Sir.” Although it wasn't from not trying, she thought.
“And why was that? You didn't want to cum?”
“I...I was interrupted, Sir.”
“So we have a number of infractions of my rules. And you are exercising your pc muscles now, which is Rule #5. I won't ask if you've always done them as you were supposed to do. Explain to Maria what rule #5 is.”
Rebecca focused at a spot on the carpet. “When I pee, I have to start and stop 5 times.”
“Why is that?” he prodded.
“To strengthen the muscles.”
“And that is for...?”
“So I can be better in bed.”
“Yes, you have let your cunt muscles get a bit slack. Probably from under-use,” he said crudely. Kyle pulled a glass out of his bag. He held it up and Maria could see the words “REBECCA'S PISS” printed on each side. Kyle placed the glass on the floor in front of the kneeling woman.
“Here is your toilet. Don't let any drip onto the carpet.”
“Sir, I can't do that with my hands tied.” She felt a drop leak out and moved her knees slightly so she was positioned over the glass. She tilted her pelvis as she felt the drop run down and fell...into the glass. She breathed a sigh of relief, but knew it was only a matter of time before she would explode. She tried to relax just a little bit then tighten. A few drops dripped into the glass as she tilted her pelvis again. She felt like she was floating in piss.
“Sir, would you please hold the glass for me?”
“No. But perhaps Maria could be persuaded?”
There was hope at last. She had no choice. “Maria,” she said looking at her for the first time, “would you please hold the glass up so I can pee.”
“Why are you letting him do these things to you?” Maria asked.
Kyle cocked an eyebrow and waited for her response.
“I don't have any other choice.”
“Uh, uh, uh... Just say the word and I'll leave and never request anything of you again,” he made to rise.
“No, no, please, Sir. It's just that I find obedience so difficult.”
“Yet you don't think it difficult for Maria to obey you day in and day out?”
“That's different. She's my employee.”
“And am I not your employer as well? What has it cost me to help you out of your little problem?” he asked rhetorically. “Didn't you ask me for help? Didn't you offer yourself to me?”
Rebecca hung her head, her shame overwhelming her. “Yes, Sir.”
“Have you ever had an orgasm like the ones you've had with me?”
Rebecca remained silent.
“You are so stupid as to forget Rule #1?”
“Yes, I know it, Sir. No, I have never cum like I have this week with you. There, is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Is it the truth?”
“I...Yes, it is the truth.” She hated that fact that he was so, so right about her. She turned to look at Maria again. “It is a long story. I got myself into some trouble. Right now, though, I need your help desperately. Please, please, please hold the glass against me.”
She hesitated, “I don't know. This is all very strange.”
“It's very strange for me too,” her employer admitted, “but I am in agony and need your assistance now. Look, you can have an extra day off each week, with pay.”
She knew Rebecca was in pain to have offered that. Shaking her head in disbelief, Maria picked up the glass. “What do I have to do?”
“Just hold it against me so I can pee in it.”
“Hold it there?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes. Push it tight against my...against me so none can escape. You can do it. Please, Maria, please!”
The housekeeper knelt reluctantly and brought the glass up against her employer's pussy lips. Rebecca flinched as the glass touched her sore lips. She relaxed the muscles that had held in the coffee for so long and her piss exploded into the glass.
“Stop,” Kyle commanded. “Don't forget your Kegel exercises.”
Biting her lip, Rebecca pulled the muscles back in to stop the pee. When it finally stopped, she waited expectantly.
“Go.” And she relaxed again, her odor filling Maria's nostrils.
“Stop,” he immediately commanded.
Rebecca followed his orders and waited. She had filled about an inch of the glass but her bladder was still plenty full.
“That is all for now.” Kyle had Maria place the glass on a table and sit down. “Maria has been gracious enough to sit here and witness your punishment. And she has had the distasteful task of holding your pee glass. She should be rewarded. You will beg to suck her cunt until she is satisfied. Then you will be allowed to finish in the glass.”
Rebecca hung her head in shame.
“NO WAY!! I AM NOT GAY!!” Maria was emphatic. “I DON'T DO WOMEN.”
“No, of course not. But the events of the morning have left you, shall we say anxious, and Rebecca can make you feel all better. You can even close your eyes and pretend it's a man. Has a man ever used your tongue on you there?”
“Well...I... it's none of your business,” she said blushing.
“Just as I thought,” he smiled. “It can be even better with a woman. Who would know better how to please a woman down there than a woman?” a phrase he had heard from a lesbian friend.
There was no answer.
“Rebecca has never tasted another woman's cunt. But she is willing to do so for me because it is my order, and she wants to please me.”
“I'm not going to undress in front of you!” Maria said firmly.
“You don't need to. Rebecca can do her work under your dress,” he replied. “But whether or not you do is of no concern to me. It might be of some concern to Rebecca, however.”
Taking her cue, Rebecca pleaded, “Please do as he says. You don't understand how he can be. He isn't like other men that you can twist around. I don't want to do this any more than you do, but I HAVE to do as he says. Please, Maria, I beg of you. I'll make it good for you. I'll see that you get a pay raise. I'll...I'll....” She ran out of things she could think of to promise the wavering maid.
She sat thinking for a long minute. “He will have to be out of the room.”
Kyle got up and walked out saying, “Let me know if she doesn't perform well. Her need to pee should make her more enthusiastic.”
Rebecca hobbled over to Maria on her knees. Her housekeeper lifted up her hem and spread her legs. The odor of Maria's arousal was immediately apparent. “I don't wear panties either, unless I have my period,” she grinned. Somehow Rebecca didn't see the humor in that.
Her boss lowered her head and pushed it under the short skirt, just wanting to get it over and done. There, she saw black pubic hair neatly trimmed with the bikini area bare. She leaned forward, unsteady with her hands tied, and buried her face in the black curls. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and tasted another woman for the first time.
“Lower,” Maria said. She raised her left leg, scooching forward and putting it up on the couch. Her dress rode up and she raised it to her waist so she could see her employer at work. She pulled Rebecca's mouth into her cunt where she wanted it. “Right there,” she cooed as her boss licked all the way up her slit. “Yes, that's good.”
Rebecca licked a couple of times but the pressure on her bladder was a reminder that she had to be more aggressive and she threw herself into her task. Letting her weight fall forward, she buried her mouth in Maria's wetness. She didn't bother with form but went right for her clit. Maria's response was a deep moan of pleasure. She would only admit to herself that the events of the morning had been very stimulating. To see her boss brought down to the level of a slut—the urge to rub her clit as she watched had been almost overwhelming. Now she would be able to cum without having to bring herself off.
As these thoughts flew through her mind, Maria felt her ass and thighs spasm. Her hands pushed harder on the head of her boss. She smiled to herself as she thought of her boss doing what she was doing. And that realization sent a jolt through her clit.
Rebecca, the high and mighty executive, was sure she could stoop no lower than to be “sucking cunt”, as her husband called it. And to be made to suck off her servant, to boot, was agony. But for all that, she was dripping wet. Kyle had seen to it that she was aroused to point of cumming. That had receded a little when he finally let her pee. Now it was back in spades. She knew that she had cum with Joanna, but that was a tongue making her clit happy, and she shivered as she remembered cumming on her talented tongue. There was no tongue licking its way up her cunt this time, but she was juicing just the same. She wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die.
As Maria felt her thighs tense again, a pair of hands slid under the top of her dress and onto her breasts. She was too far-gone to respond in any way other than to moan and thrust her chest forward. The hands squeezed the tit flesh like a potter softening his clay. Then the thumb and finger closed on her nipples. Squeezing her breasts roughly with the rest of his hands, her teased her nipples gently, his index fingers circling the areoles.
Maria began to move her cunt rhythmically in time with the tongue. Her legs, one on the couch and one on the floor, tensed to raise her ass off the couch. When that action moved her bosses mouth off the “sweet spot”, both hands gripped her firmly by the hair and jammed her mouth onto her cunt. Rebecca had no way to protest that action and kept licking and sucking the cunt that, for the moment, made up her whole world. Kyle took that opportunity to squeeze the nipples in his hands and the maid convulsed in the best orgasm of her life. Shouting at her boss not to stop, she lifted her ass in the air, with legs tensing and toes curling.
Rebecca was so close, so very close to cumming herself. One touch, that was all it would take, just one touch, and she would go over the top. But no such touch came, and she was left shaking as her maid's ass returned to the couch and the grip on her hair was relaxed with a loud “ohhhhhhaaaa”. She looked up and saw the smile on Kyle's face as he had watched the end of actions he had set in motion earlier.
“Please take me, Sir,” Rebecca said in a quiet voice, shaking with passion.
“You are not quite ready. You are learning about your need and what will fill it. But you still think you should be able to cum when YOU want. Before long, you will know what it's like to want to cum only when I want you to cum. Then you will experience orgasms like you have never known before.”
She hung her head in shame, as much because she had to ask as because he had rejected her. It was an emotion she wasn't use to feeling. But it was one she had experienced often since she had met him. She knew she didn't like it, but didn't know what alternative she had. All she knew was that she was dripping wet at all hours of the day or night. She only slept well after he had let her cum. These were feelings she'd like to have with her husband, but deep down, she knew it was not to be.
They waited until Maria finally came back to earth and opened her eyes. Maria looked at Kyle and pulled her skirt down with a smile. Rebecca had returned to her kneeling position and was waiting impatiently.
“Sir, please,” she begged, “may I finish in the glass?”
“That is something you will have to take up with Maria,” he responded.
“Maria, I am bursting. Please hold the glass up for me.”
Maria's world had been expanded during the past few hours. She picked up the glass from the table next to her and looked at it. The pungent odor assaulted her nose, even from a distance. She looked at Kyle.
“She didn't finish her Kegel exercises when you let her pee before. I wouldn't want her to get into trouble,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
“You are a very considerate maid. See how she does with you.”
The maid knelt in front of her employer with the glass extended in front of her. Then she sat down and put her legs inside those of Rebecca, scooting up to the quivering woman, who had to pull her feet apart.
“Open your legs further so I can get the glass in place.” Her boss complied. Maria's outstretched legs now touched her knees.
“You will start and stop at Maria's command,” Kyle informed the kneeling woman. “We will test your muscle control. She will pull the glass away two seconds after ordering you to stop. I don't want the carpet soiled with your piss. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” said the struggling beauty.
Maria placed the glass against the smooth skin of her employer and held it there. Rebecca winced at the pressure again on this sore spot. After a minute during which she thought she would lose it, Maria finally said, “Pee.”
Nothing happened. Rebecca was trying to relax only a little so she could stop when she needed to, and nothing was coming out.
“I think she is done,” Maria looked at Kyle.
“No, please. I'm just having a little trouble getting started again.”
“Well I'm not going to sit here forever with my hand on your coos,” the maid's first taste of power made her a little snippy.
“Please,” said her boss again and a yellow stream hit the walls of the glass.
“Stop,” ordered Maria forcefully. The kneeling woman struggled to clutch her pee muscles wishing she could close her legs. They ached from the kneeling position she had held for so long, from the unusual exercise they had been given over the last 24 hours, and especially from holding her pee in during the last hours.
“I think it was about two seconds,” Maria looked up.
“She will improve with practice,” was the response. “She has really let herself go in that part of her body. But who was around that expected her to have a well toned and trained cunt?”
Maria nodded as though she understood him. “Go.”
Rebecca was ready and relaxed as the word was leaving her mouth.
“Stop.”
It was expected now, and the executive was already contracting her pee muscles.
“Much better,” Maria offered.
Kyle walked over and knelt behind Rebecca placing one hand on her ass and the other on her clit, just above the glass. “Didn't she beg me to cum a few moments ago?” he asked Maria who nodded in return.
He rubbed circles around her clit not quite touching it. “Rrrrrrrrrr,” said the recipient. “Nooooooo, pleeeease.”
“Yes, my slut. I know how badly you need it.”
He rose, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He moved to the side of Rebecca and she turned her head, his cock at the level of her mouth. She looked at it as though she had never seen a cock before, actually seeing the form and symmetry as it protruded from a mass of dark hair and heavy hanging balls. The head was larger than usual, but he was about the same size as her husband, she thought, not really remembering what he looked like. But this one was different because it had the same aura of power that emanated from the man who was mastering her. She knew it was going into her mouth, but that excited her unlike the times she had sucked John. She raised her eyes to those of the man standing over her and he nodded. She opened her mouth and Maria watched as he leaned forward bringing it into the waiting orifice. Rebecca sucked it in, hollowing her cheeks as she stretched out her neck out to take him all in. He pulled back and she gripped him with tightened lips. His hand went to her head and very slowly, he pushed himself in until his pelvic bone was tight against her mouth. She relaxed her throat to take him in, holding her breath, and sucked hard as he withdrew. Twice more he pushed in slowly before pulling all the way out, his cock glistening with her saliva.
He returned to his kneeling position behind her. His fingers gripped the butt plug and he worked it in and out a few times before pulling it all the way out. In a few seconds it gave a resounding beep. He reached around and inserted it into Rebecca's mouth with an order not to lose it. She grimaced at the taste as her mouth closed over it but gripped it with her teeth, and he pushed forward to insert his cock into her open ass hole. There was only a little pain in her stretched out ass and she moaned with the pleasant new sensation. Then he ran sensitive fingernails up and down her sides. A few shakes, then an “awk, please, Sir”, and she broke out into laughter which gained intensity as his fingernails reached her underarms. Even the soft skin under her breasts caused gales of laughter, all of which made keeping from peeing almost impossible. He ran one set of fingernails up from her crotch over the bend in her leg to her hip, and then up her side while the other found her clit. As he saw it, her clit had an attention deficit disorder, and he was going to remediate it. She was going into mental overload, twisting her body trying to get away from the tickling on the one hand, while holding off on an orgasm, keeping from peeing, and maintaining her correct posture and biting down on the butt plug on all the others. The urge to lower her hands and stop the torment was almost irresistible. But she knew she wasn't strong enough to stop him if she tried.
“Sir, how did you know?” she sputtered in between gasps of laughter.
“Shhh.” He had pulled her close, his mouth was in her hair at her ear. He started stroking in and out slowly, which only served to add to her confusion. The feelings were more exquisite than all the hands on her at the club. She had to hold off. She didn't want to be punished, but there was also a new feeling. She wanted to make him proud of her.
Her legs started wobbling again as she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on following the orders she had been given. But the sensations emanating from her clit were interfering with her concentration. She knew he was only going to bring her up to the edge and then stop. She tried to fight it. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out. A jolt went through her as he touched her ultra-sensitive clit. He took it between thumb and forefinger and rolled it between them. Back and forth, back and forth.
“Agrrrrrrrr. God, please noooooooo.” She clutched her eyes shut tight. Her hips were moving back and forth in time with his cock and the motion tugged her clit first one way and then the other. He could feel the muscles in her ass spasm and relax as he brought her closer and closer. She couldn't breath any more from the tickling
Maria saw an agonized look in the face before her. “Sir,” Rebecca almost shouted between gasps, “I can't...”
“Cum, cum for me my slut.”
“Aieeeeeeee, noooooooo,” he held her close to keep her from falling as she went over the top. She was like a rag doll unable to control her flopping body. She totally lost control as he sank his fingers into her side. Laughter mixed with the cry of her orgasm and yellow liquid exploded into the glass still held tight against her body. She continued on and on, releasing the sexual tension that had built up over the past days until her spasms pushed Kyle over the edge and he held her tight as he emptied his jism into her ass. Kyle had never stopped rolling her clit back and forth, but slowed down as the seizures began to subside in intensity and duration. She was crying and had collapsed into his arms, a spasm now and then overtaking her. A couple of minutes passed before she could breath normally again.
“I'm sorry I peed without permission, Sir,” she said, tears running down and humiliation showing in her face. “I just couldn't control it any more.”
“Yes, peeing when you cum results in rather special orgasms for women.” He smiled, “I think I have been responsible for a few other special orgasms this week, I think. I had intended for you to do both at the same time.”
A last spurt was added to the already full glass. Kyle nodded and Maria pulled it away saying, “You had a lot stored up. But you didn't practice your Kegels as you were suppose to.”
Kyle looked at the maid. Maria seemed to be a natural domme. This had possibilities. “You will only pee in the house with Maria holding this glass for you until further notice. The only exception is during your morning shit. I'm sure she will make sure you are doing your exercises.” He untied Rebecca, and reinserted the butt plug in her ass. “Go clean the glass and return it to Maria. And be careful, you wouldn't want to break it.”
When she was finished, he sent her up to shower and dress for her appointment, which, he told her had been switched to 11:00. She wasn't going to be late after all. When she was done, she dressed hurriedly and threw all her pantyhose in a bag, which she brought downstairs with her. She handed them to Maria, “Please put these in the trash,” and left the house.
It was just before 11:00 when she pulled into the piercing/tattoo parlor located in a strip mall. Stephan, a good-looking man of about 30, greeted her and escorted her into a side room. The enormity of the decision before her hung over her head. Up until now, it had all been about sex, humiliation, and punishment. There were no permanent marks—at least not on the outside—to bear witness to her subjugation. Yes, there was the waxing, but that was easily explained away, and the hair would grow back in a few weeks. Lots of women did that. But this, having holes poked through her body, this was entirely different. This would mark her as being owned by HIM as much as a tattoo would. And it would be as hard to hide from John, maybe harder.
He closed the door and looked her up and down. “Position #1,” he said smiling into the shocked face.
I must be getting use to obeying men's commands, she thought, as she stripped and assumed the required position without hesitation. Stephan walked around the nude woman leering openly at her charms. It made her feel even more naked since he was clothed. His voice was quiet and calm as he asked her a series of questions.
“When was your last period?”
“Two weeks ago.” He dragged a finger down her back.
“When did you last have sex?”
“An hour ago.” His finger slipped into her ass crack.
“How often do you masturbate?”
“Very rarely.” he twisted a nipple until it hurt.
“Yet that has been a problem during the past week, has it not?”
“Yes, I suppose so.” What business is it of his, she wondered.
“Which fingers do you use?”
“The middle one on my right hand.” He walked around her looking her up and down.
“How often do you fuck your husband?”
“He is away a lot. I haven't seen him for almost three weeks.” He ran his fingers through her hair.
“And you have had sex with how many men this past week?”
“Just Mr. Laughlin. Well, and a bartender, sort of.” She was getting frazzled now.
“You like women?” he said stroking her face from behind.
“No, I'm not like that.” This really had nothing to do with her piercings.
“How many women have you been with the past week?”
“Well, two but...” His eyebrows shot up.
“Yes, I can see you aren't like that.”
“I don't see what all this has to do with my piercings. Let's just get on with what has to be done.”
“Position #3,” he said firmly. She stood with her feet apart and placed her hands on the curve of her butt.
“Spread them farther,” he reached between her legs. “Wow, the wettest cunt I have ever seen. You are a horny slut. You would probably fuck anything with two legs. Maybe even some with four,” he laughed at the thought.
She figured that no response was the best way to get this over with so she set her jaw and held her tongue.
But her silence angered Stephan. “You high class bitches are all alike. You're too stuck up for your own good.” The tirade continued, “If I even decide to do your piercings, I'll make sure you'll remember Stephan for a long time to come. I may even pierce your clit at no change to Mr. Laughlin.”
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm nervous and scared. I have never been pierced before and didn't know what to expect. Please, I'll be nice to you afterwards.”
“Yes, I'm like a doctor who performs circumcisions. I do like my tips.”
“I'll give you a tip to remember,” she purred, knowing she could suck him off without any problem.
“What sort of a tip? I'm not interested in one from a high-class stuck-up bitch unless I can choose it myself.”
“That would be just fine,” she forced a smile, wondering if it really would be.
He manipulated her nipples until they were as hard as rocks, and marked them for piercing. This was not supposed to be a sensual experience, she told herself, although she was having a hard time keeping from moaning. Everything in her life made her horny anymore and things were still puffy and sensitive from the orgasm Kyle had given her.
She let out a gasp as he pinched cunt lips still sore from their meetings with the ruler. “You are too wet down there,” he announced to her embarrassment. “I'll have to dry you off before doing the lower ones.” He tugged on her lips and marked the spots there for the needles before wiping off his hands.
She climbed onto the table with his assistance. She watched as he held the clamp over her left nipple. He smiled at her shiver and pinched down on it with his other fingers and pulled it out as far as it would go. The clamp was placed over it and closed. He then let it go, and the clamp bumped against her side, bending her nipple with it. She sucked in her breath at the unexpected pain, and held it as another clamp was attached to the right one. It too was released to fall to the side. She released the breath she had been holding. Her eyes were drawn to the needle he had picked up. It would skewer her nipple, she was sure.
“No, please. Could you use a smaller one?”
“This one will fit perfectly,” he said but only his mouth smiled.
She winced as he lifted the clamp on her left nipple pulling her breast out from her body and pushed the needle against it pricking the skin. Then looking in her eyes, he pushed it through the tender tissue. He put the stud in place. He repeated the process for the right one. She let out a breath she had been holding and felt herself relax a little when it was done.
“You are going to owe me big time for treating you with such care.”
“I appreciate your expertise,” she felt like she had to say something.
Moving lower, he used a towel and talc to dry her. A clamp was placed on her clit and she howled as he closed it and moved it back and forth.
“You only think that hurts,” he said through her shrieks. “If I decide to pierce it, that will really give you something to moan about.”
“Please, no,” she begged, starting to cry. “I'm really sorry I treated you so badly when I came in. I can be a submissive bitch for you, the way you want me to be, really I can.”
“Well, I don't know,” he said letting the clamp drop to her dismay. “I'll do the rest of them here and see how I feel about your performance when I'm finished.”
“You'll see how good I can be,” she said a bit panicky, the pain making her promise anything.
“Hrumph.” He released the clamp holding her clit. He checked the markings on her labia, and then the clamp was placed on her already sore flesh. A sharp pain followed as one after another, the incisions were made. She lost track of the number, but it was certainly more than four incisions. She felt him pulling at the lips again and her numbed mind was puzzled to hear four clicks. Stephan then went over the care and keeping of piercings. They would be sore for a couple of days but would take many months to fully heal. She would want to wear a bra for the first 48 hours, especially in bed. She nodded as if in a trance as he explained about hygiene and general do's and don'ts.
“Up you go,” he helped her into a sitting position on the edge of the table. She looked down and saw the studs through each side of her nipples. “Nothing but the best for Mr. L,” said Stephan.
Looking farther down, she saw what looked like a padlock. It couldn't be. She walked over to a mirror on the wall and saw four miniature padlocks, two closing her outer labia together at the top, and two closing the inner labia at her vagina.
“Take them off, now,” she said furiously she said advancing on him with clenched fists. “Who in the hell does he think he is?”
He slapped her once, then again across the face. “No bitch yells at me, and that means you. I've hald a mind to do your clit right now. The padlocks were Mr. Laughlin's design and I don't even have the key,” he said smiling at her discomfort. “Mr. Laughlin has them specially made in the East. They are ultra light and ultra strong. And I suspect they have electronic features built in, but I couldn't tell you for sure.”
She stepped back, defeated, “but how will I...?”
“Pee? That part hasn't been closed very far. You will be fine there. The two at the bottom are through your inner labia and effectively serve as a chastity device. Unless Mr. L removes them, you will have to use pads during your period. He will have to insert something else if he takes them out then, or the holes will start to close.”
“And if I have to visit my doctor?”
He shrugged.
“What about the top two?” she said dreading the response.
“They pull your outer labia together over your clit. That will solve your masturbation problem.” She felt a hot blush spread over her. “You won't be able to get a finger or anything else in there. And messing about will irritate the piercings keeping them from healing.”
She felt tears of humiliation course down her cheeks. If only she hadn't tried to bring herself off, this might not have happened. But the events of the past week made her horny all the time. She had fought it as best she could. Now she wouldn't be able to touch herself even if she wanted to. Every part of her sex was at his command. Even though it was sore down there, just the thought that she could never cum when she wanted to made her clit quiver inside the folds of her cunt lips and the padlock that held them together.
“And now for my tip.”
“What would you like me to do?” she wanted to crawl into a hole and pull it in after her.
“Position #2.” She knelt and reached back to pull her ass cheeks apart. He took a leash from a shelf and brought it down sharply on her ass. “This is for your insolence.” He struck her again and again, sometimes hitting her fingers, often the sensitive flesh around the edges of the butt plug. She was balling when he stopped and fastened a collar around her neck and the leash to the collar. But she hadn't released her grip on her ass cheeks. He smiled at her training.
“Have you been leash trained?”
She shook her head no.
“Come,” he tugged on the leash as though she were a dog. She followed on all fours wishing she had never been born. He led her out of the room and through the shop. Three people were sitting in the waiting room and she blushed as they looked at her in surprise. He led her toward the back. She stumbled at his fast pace rounding a corner and he hit her on the ass with the end of the leash to move her along. There, he guided her to a couch and led her up onto it, still on all fours.
“Now I'm going to fuck you from behind just like a bitch in heat. You are in heat, are you not?”
“Yes, Sir,” she was hoping to keep him happy.
“That's no way for a bitch to respond,” he snarled. “Answer me like the bitch you are.”
She turned her head and looked at him with a puzzled expression. “Arf?” she said dejectedly. But the humiliation didn't stop her clit from twitching, almost aching inside her piercings. It was an itch she couldn't ever scratch again, she thought with a sob.
“Sir?”
“What is it bitch?”
“I would be happy to take you up my ass like the slut you know I am. But Mr. Laughlin has forbidden the removal of the butt plug without his permission. Do you want to face him?”
She had a point and that made him angry. “You offer me a beautiful ass, just begging to be fucked, then refuse me. You're just a bitch SMACK who thinks SMACK she's above me SMACK.”
“No, Sir,” she was trying her best to placate him. ”I'm just a horny slut who is trying to serve you. I wouldn't have told you if I wanted to get you into trouble.”
“Is that true? Let's see,” he reached and felt her cunt below the bottom locks that sealed her cunt hole. “Damn but you are leaking juice bitch. This is really turning you on. Here lick your scum off me,” he said reaching around and putting his fingers in her mouth. “That's my good bitch.”
He pulled the butt plug partway out and looked it over and worked it in and out. Then pulling it almost all the way out, he placed a finger alongside it and pushed both in. Her eyes bulged and a moan escaped from her throat.
“Thank me like a good doggie.”
He pulled both out and slammed them back in. “Arfooooo,” was her response.
“That's better. Nothing like an ass fuck to cure a high class bitch.” If she was high class, she didn't feel it now, she thought ruefully.
He slammed in again, harder this time and she responded with the required “arf”. He kept it up until he tired of the sport, grinning every time she barked at his crude assault. When he finished, he held out his finger, gamy from being in her ass, and said, “Lick it bitch.”
She obediently licked his finger clean, thinking of the words from her Sunday school days, “Lo how the mighty are fallen”.
“Well? What do you say for my gift?”
“Arf, arf.”
He felt her cunt. She had leaked out over the padlocks. “Looks like the only one receiving satisfaction so far has been you,” he smirked.
He lowered his pants. Then guiding her by the leash, he led her over to a chair and sat.
“If I can't have your ass, you'll have to manage using your tits.”
“But Sir, they're...”
“Quiet, slut. Bitches don't talk. If you can't do the job yourself properly, I'll just have to tie your hands behind you and grab me some sore nipples while I fuck your tits. And I want to hear you sound like a bitch in heat while you're doing it.”
She couldn't believe it was happening to her. It was a nightmare that was never ending. She moved closer between his legs ‘til her chest touched his cock. She drooled spittle onto the area between her breasts, getting some on his cock. Then she pushed her breasts together feeling pain in the nipples from the tugging. He slipped out from between her breasts.
“Damn bitch, you can do better than that.”
She pushed her body against him and squeezed her breasts together again. This time he stayed in but she winced as her nipples rubbed against his lower stomach. She began moving up and down on his cock.
“Ummm good. Talk to me bitch.”
“Arf.”
“That's not much in the way of gratitude for what I'm giving you bitch.”
God she hated that word. “Arf, arf...arf, arf.”
“That's a little better. See you can be broken of your hoity toity ways. Keep singing.”
She arfed again and again as she slid up and down on his cock. When it seemed a little dry, she drooled on it again until his pre-cum oiled the pathway.
“Harder. Squeeze harder now my little fuck dog.”
She pushed her breasts tighter together creating a pocket that milked his cock. But it also increased the pain she felt in her nipples. She yelped oftener now, as it seemed to please him. Please God, she prayed through the pain, please let him cum so I can leave this hellhole.
Her rhythm increased and she pushed harder still to tighten the sheath around him and make him cum. He reached down and pinched tender nipples as they were dragged up and down on him. She shuddered, wondering if she could cum without him knowing and reporting her.
“Arooooooo,” she was really in pain. As she sucked in air and repeated her pained yelp, he shot up into her face and neck again and again, the last ones covering her chest and breasts. She was shaking in unsatisfied passion, and hated herself for the way she felt. No on could be turned on by such degradation, she was sure.
When he had caught his breath, he pulled her leash down to lick him off. Satisfied, he raised her head up and gazed into the eyes of the cum-covered executive.
“Damn, you can come and see me anytime. Your next piercing will be on me, well actually on you,” he laughed replacing his pants.
Still on hands and knees, he led her back to the front of the parlor. In the waiting room, his command was “heel”. She stopped and stretched herself up as he raised the leash, giving the man and two women there a good view of the cum-covered women. She thought how they had heard her in the back and hung her head. When he felt that he had humiliated her enough, he led her back into the room.
“You have indeed given me a tip of my choosing. Don't be a stranger now,” he laughed throwing her the leash and walking out of the piercing room. “The collar and leash are yours to remember me by.”
She sat down and sobbed her heart out. She rubbed her cunt where the clit should have been, but all it brought was pain and frustration. Ten minutes later she had dressed and walked as proudly as she could out of the piercing room before the gaze of the other customers. She drove home with the collar still locked on, cursing the day Kyle Laughlin was born and especially the day that had brought him into her life.
Thanks to all who have written notes of thanks and provided ideas for the story. A special thanks goes to Stephanie who has done my proofreading over the past couple of parts as well as provided ideas to improve the story. I welcome your comments and suggestions at simplysizzlingwriter@yahoo.com . Oh yes, and please vote for the different parts of the story.
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