Becky's Slave

Becky's Slave

Chapter 11

It felt so good to be home, and I took a big sigh of relief as the door closed behind me. I quickly noticed how messy the house had become. Becky was so used to me doing all of the housework, she made no attempt to keep things in order. Not wanting to spoil the new clothing Hilda had gotten me, I went to my room and began to undress. Becky would only me to wear panties when working in the house, and Mistress Hilda made me wear the artificial breasts at all times. So, I stripped down to my bra and panties.

It had been over a week since my last orgasm, and the chastity device was a constant reminder. My balls were aching for relief, yet I wanted to remain faithful to Becky. I decided it would not be unfaithful to simply free myself for a little while. ‘I will just remove the device until Becky gets home. That would surely be all right.' I took the key and nervously put it in the lock, turned it, and listened as the pressure from my swelling clit forced the device to open. It felt so good to be free. I wanted to cum so badly. I knew that I must not dwell on it, so I placed the device on the dresser and hurried to Becky's room to begin my chores.

The firs thing I noticed was our, rather her, large unmade bed. The covers were strewn about, and clothing, mostly Becky's under things, in the floor. As soon as I picked up one of Beck's thongs, I became excited. I could not help but bring it to my nose. I sniffed the crotch and particularly the narrow strip that rubbed against her ass hole. My clit sprang to attention as the scent of her ass teased my nostrils. Her scent was intoxicating. I looked down at the head of my penis protruding from the top of my thong. I pushed it to the side just in time to keep from dripping precum on the silky material. I decided to remove the thong while I was cleaning, just in case. I gathered the rest of the clothing and put it in the washer.

I went back to the bedroom later in the afternoon to remove the sheets. As I balled them up into my arms, I noticed how soiled they were in the middle. It appeared to be Becky's discharge, but part of it was crusty or flaky. It was dried cum. I knew it had to be dried male cum. I dejectedly pushed the sheets into the washer. I should have known she was fucking somebody. Why was I so disappointed when I saw the evidence? She must be fucking John in our bed. I had to come to terms with the reality of our new life. After sulking for a short while, I noticed how late it was. She would be home in an hour.

I finished up the rest of my chores. Just as I got out of the shower, the phone rang. I jumped to answer it, knowing that it might be Becky. “Hello!” There was a brief silence. “Hello Denny, its me. Are you anxious to see me?” All of my doubts and fears suddenly left my mind. “Yes Mistress, I am so happy to hear your voice. I can't wait for you to get home.” I could hear her talking to someone in the background. “Well that's why I called. I am going to be a little late.” Becky usually gets home at 5:30 , and I have her dinner ready. “It will be 7 or even 7:30 before I get there.” My heart sunk. I was so excited to see her. “I have some unfinished…a unfinished…business to attend to here first.” She did not say what it was. My fears returned when I heard a man's voice in the background. “Go ahead and fix dinner, and I will eat as soon as I get there. I really need to go now, so I will see you later. Oh, by the way, I understand you have a surprise for me.” My heart raced. I should have known Hilda would tell her. “Yes Mistress…yes I do. I hope you like it.” Becky giggled. “She says it is your way of pledging yourself Denny. She did not say what it was, only to say that you are giving something up to please me.” I looked down at my clit as Becky's voice filled my head. “Yes Mistress, I am.” She giggled again said goodbye.

I did not know what to say about the device. How would I explain it? How could I say it so she would not think it was…permanent? Surely she would let me free sometimes. I could tell her that it is only for temporary use. The more I thought about it, the more concerned I became. I wanted to be loyal to Becky, but my balls were aching for release. So many thoughts ran through my mind. I remembered the scent of Becky's thong earlier, and my clit began to swell. I wondered if she would allow me to service here this evening. I longed to taste her pussy and her ass hole. My penis sprang to attention. Within a few moments precum was leaking again. I used my finger to remove it from my piss slit. It tasted stronger than usual, probably because of how long it had been.

At seven o'clock I had dinner prepared. I opened a bottle of Beck's favorite wine and lit candles. I wanted it to be special for her. I rushed to my room to get the chastity device. After a few moments of frustration, I finally got it latched. It was not as uncomfortable as it was earlier that day, but still a noticeable distraction. I wondered fearfully again how Becky would react. After adjusting my Bra and thong, I went to the door to peak out the window. I nervously waited. By 7:30 I was scared that she had been delayed. I was afraid to call. Becky had forbid to do so unless it was an emergency. Finally, at a quarter to 8 , her car pulled up. My heart was in my throat as I waited by the door. The garage door went up, and she pulled the car in. The garage door went down, and I waited nervously, yet anxious for her to enter the house. I swallowed hard as the door opened.

“Goon evening Mistress. I am so glad you are home.” Becky looked strangely at me at first. Evidently Hilda had told her about the artificial breasts. “You have lost a pound or two.” Becky stood with her hands on her hips. She was more beautiful that I had remembered. She looked me over closely, but her eyes finally rested on my thong. The silky material was somewhat transparent, and the device protruded, forming a visible outline. “What is this?” Becky pointed at my crotch, with a smile on her face. She stepped forward and pushed her finger into the elastic band of my thong, and gently pulled it out. I looked down as the top of the device came into view. “It…it is the…the surprise Mistress.” Becky smiled more and giggled. “I can see that, but what is it?” I swallowed hard. “It is a chastity device Mistress. It is…It is my way of…of saying…” I could hardly get the words out. “…that my pleasure is not important…not as important as…as yours.” I hung my head lower. “It will keep me from cuming Mistress.”

Becky walked around me several times. She looked at the dining table, the candles , and the wine. “Pour me some wine Denny.” I quickly complied as Becky sat down at the bar. “Dinner can wait.” She sipped her wine for a few moments. “I thought I told you not to masturbate without my permission. Have you been lying to me?” I quickly answered. “No ma'am. I have not. This is a symbol of my loyalty to you, that I will not permit myself relief without your approval.” I went to the counter and got the gold necklace with the key. “And this Mistress is the only key, for you to keep.” I then fell to my knees with my nose to the floor. “Please understand Mistress. I want only to please you.”

Becky sat for a moment and sipped her wine, looking at the key. “So this is the only key? And I can hold it as long as I wish?” I nodded my head up and down. “This is your gift to me?” I nodded again. “Let me see if I understand this. You are giving up your freedom to masturbate? I can withhold that from you for as long as I like?” I nodded my head. “For a month, for 6 months, for a year if I wish?” I nodded again. “For the rest of your life?” I was afraid to answer. “I hope Mistress that…that you…you will allow me relief…from time to time.” As much as I had thought about it, I could not explain myself.

“Stand up Denny, and remove your panties. I want to take a better look at it.” I stood immediately and removed the thong. I was very nervous, as it made me feel more controlled that ever before. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. Becky bent down, her face only inches from the device. She used her fingertip to touch it. Then she traced all around it, across my balls, and the sensitive area beneath. I could feel the pressure build as my clit began to swell within the device. “It won't come off without the key?” I quickly responded. “No Mistress.” She used her fingernails to lightly scratch my balls. The feeling was intense, and my clit swelled to completely fill the tube. Becky smiled as she watched. “Does it hurt?” I swallowed hard. “Yes Mistress, a little, but only when I…I get…” She finished the sentence for me. “When you get hard, or try to get hard. “What happens if you have prolonged stimulation? Will it hurt more?” I was afraid to answer, because I was not sure. “Well? Will it hurt more? Will it teach you to think more about me, rather than your own selfish desires?” With out thinking I responded. “Yes Mistress.”

Becky stood up and sat back on the stool. “Good. Perhaps we will try it out after while.” She looked at me for a few moments. “I know you have been through a lot this week, but don't think that earns you any special favors.” She placed the necklace around her neck and rubbed the key.” I think this may be a good idea. In fact, I think it is a marvelous idea. It is obvious to me that you have been at least tempted to masturbate. And probably will if I extend your periods of abstinence, which I intend to do. So, I like it. We will try it for a while. Once you have adapted to it, I will consider letting you out from time to time.” She thought for a few moments. “But let me say this Denny. Begging for the key will not endear me to the idea of releasing you. It will be your absolute devotion to me that will give you any freedom.” She turned and walked towards her bedroom. “I am going to change clothes Denny. When I return, I hope to see my dinner served.

As soon as Becky left the room, I scrambled to fix her plate and refill her wine glass. A few moments later she returned clad only in my favorite nightgown. It is a white see through style that barely covers her breasts, and falls slightly below her crotch. I seated her at the table and asked if she need anything else. “You may get under the table and massage my feet.” I quickly complied. It felt so good to touch Becky again. Even the fragrance of her dirty feet filled my senses with excitement. My clit began to swell within the device. I could feel the pressure in my balls as I lightly massage her feet. I tenderly kissed each toe, and massaged her feet, ankles and calves. Becky gradually spread her legs, and for the first time in almost a week I smelled the strong feminine scent from between her thighs. My balls ached with desire. Despite the painful constriction of the device, I could not help but think of serving her.

When Becky finished eating, she rose from the table and filled her wine glass again. “Clean up this mess. Then come to my room. I want to be pampered some more.” I was finished in record time. I could not wait to see Becky again. Becky was reading when I entered the room. The picture on the cover caught my eye. A woman was sitting on the edge of a bed in stockings and garter belt. Two naked men were on their knees in front of her. “I am ready to serve you Mistress.”

Becky continued to read, seemingly uninterested in my statement. “Did you want me to stay Mistress?” She finally looked up over the book. Then she raised her foot high in the air. “You can continue what you were doing under the table.” I got up on the bed and began massaging her feet again. She spread her legs wide, giving me a full view of her naked pussy and ass hole. My clit swelled again, as the air filled with her feminine scent. I noticed the gooey discharge coming from her pussy, and the dried flaky stuff on her pubic hair. “I want you to clean me up Denny. I have had a busy day.” Becky knew how I attracted I was to her unwashed pussy, particularly at the end of the day. I edged forward as the scent of her sex became stronger. It became obvious what the gooey white discharge was. It had to be John.

“I don't hear you Denny. Are you not pleased to clean me?” I swallowed quickly. “Oh yes Mistress! I am honored to serve your needs what ever they may be. I am most pleased to savor the scent of your beautiful pussy and ass hole.” I quickly pushed my face into Becky's pussy, and the pungent scent of John's cum invaded my nostrils. She had obviously fucked him just before she came home, and he had pumped a large amount of cum into her. Some of it had leaked out and dried on her hair, but a large amount was still inside. “Clean me out good Denny. You need to get used to it. It is different. Isn't it?” I was afraid to answer. Becky pushed the book to the side and looked directly at me. “Answer me Denny! It is different now. Is it not?” I raised up to answer, and I could taste his seed in my mouth. “Yes Mistress. It is different.” She smiled at me. “But you like it, don't you?” Afraid to upset her I answered with that I did. I licked her pussy lips as I spoke. “I love to serve you in this way Mistress.” I don't know why I said it, but I did. Perhaps, deep down inside, I did like it.

“Denny, do you see the book I have been reading?” I nodded that I did. “It is about a woman that has two men serving her. One is her husband, who is a submissive like you, and the other is her lover, who is also a submissive. She uses both of them as often as she wants.” Becky lowered her hand and rubbed her finger through the matted pussy hair. “It makes me wet Denny. I like reading this story. Do you know why?” I did not answer. “You know why Denny. I have a submissive husband, who will do anything, anything I tell him do. Is that right?” I nodded and replied quickly. “Yes Mistress.” Becky smiled and rubbed her hand on my head. “I also have a lover that fucks me when I tell him to. He too will do anything I ask.” I felt so humiliated and there was nothing I could do about it.

“That's right Denny. He fucks me. He fucked me this evening, and you have been eating his cum from my pussy.” My face burned with shame as she flaunted her power over me. “Tomorrow Denny, tomorrow you will serve me in a new way. That will be my surprise for you.” I swallowed hard as I looked down at Becky's pussy again. The cum was still oozing out. Despite my embarrassment, the closeness, the intimacy with Becky was exciting me. My clit had swelled to capacity within the device, and my balls were begging for release. “I want you to finish cleaning me Denny.” As I lapped the remainder of discharge from her pussy, Becky patted my head. After a few moments she pushed me away. “Go to your room Denny. You have a big day tomorrow.”

I felt a strong sense of disappointment. I had hoped that Becky would have been happier to see me. It seemed that she was totally rapped up in herself, and I hated to even think about the surprise she had in store for me. Yet, I could not get it off my mind. What would it be? It was so obvious, yet I allowed my own naivety to keep me in suspense.

All night I dreamed of serving Becky. I awoke several times. My swollen clit was soar from the device. My balls ached as well, not only from being denied, but from the pressure of the device. I wanted to cum so badly. I rose early and prepared Becky a lavish breakfast. I pecked on her door. At the first sign of activity in her room “Mistress, I have breakfast ready for you. May I bring it in to you?” I could hear her moving about, but she did not answer. I pecked again and repeated. I waited. “Yes Denny, you may bring it in now.”

I slowly opened the door and Becky was lying on the bed, again reading her book. I placed the tray over her lap. “I hope you enjoy it Mistress. Is there anything else I can do?” Becky picked at her food for a few moments, and then she replied. “Yes! You can stand there and wait! I don't like to be rushed Denny, and you are trying to rush me.” Her displeasure upset me. I hung my head and looked down at the floor. “I am sorry Mistress, I did not mean to. Please forgive me.” She began eating. Soon she commented on how good it was, and how attentive I had been. I felt relieved that I had pleased her. “Hilda will be by later and we will give you your injection.” She continued to eat. “I can see a difference in you Denny. I think Hilda's training helped. Don't you think so too?” I nodded my head.

“Denny, our relationship is changing.” She looked at me for a few moments. She must have sensed my nervousness. “Oh, don't worry Denny, I still love you. It's just that I have other priorities right now. You will continue to do what you have been doing for me. But…you will be sharing me.” I got a very uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. I feared what she might say. “The training was necessary to prepare you for this Denny. I can't have you protesting when I want to do something…well… foreign to you. You must learn to adapt. Can you do that for me Denny?” She looked me sternly in the eye. I was afraid to answer, yet I felt that I must.

“Yes Mistress. I want only to please you.” She looked back down at her food and began eating again. “Good.” I waited for her to say more, hoping she would share some details with me. But she remained silent, probably testing me. Finally I got up the nerve to ask. “Mistress, may…may I ask…a ask some questions?” Without looking up, she nodded her approval. “Mistress, I want to please you, and I want you to be happy with me, but…do…do I have to…” I could not get the words out. “Do what Denny? Spit it out. Do what?” I suddenly wished I had not asked. “Do I have to…to serve John too?” I felt a sense of relief when I finally got it out. I watched as Becky finished the last few bites of her food. “You can take this back now Denny. I have something to tell you when you return.”

I quickly pulled the tray from Becky's lap, fearful that I might have said too much. I rushed to the kitchen and returned quickly, hoping to make amends for what I had done. “I am sorry Mistress, I should not have asked you that. Please forgive me. You do not have to answer. I will not ask…” She cut me off. “That's enough Denny. You asked me a question, and now I am going to answer it. But before I do, I want to remind you of something. I told you when we started this a few months ago. You will do exactly what I tell you to do, or I will divorce you. You promised to obey. You did, but with constant protest. I sent you to be trained, and you came back, supposedly with a new commitment to me. And what do you do? You ask Me what I am going to make You do.”

Becky got up from the bed and stood before me with her hands firmly molded to her hips. I knew she was upset, so I fell to my knees. “I am sorry Mistress. Please forgive me.” She slapped me across the face, something she had not done before. “If you interrupt me one more time, I will make you sorry.” I sunk to the floor and did not make a sound. “You have no right to question anything I do. John is coming over here tonight, and you will be formally introduced to him. He will serve me, and you will serve me. Know I am going to answer your question with a question.” Becky looked at me very harshly. “Is there something you are not willing to do for me tonight?” My heart was racing in my chest. I had never been so afraid of losing Becky. In that instant I was so scared, I agreed to do anything she wanted me to do. “Please Mistress, I will do anything, anything to please you. I promise to make this evening wonderful for you. Please give me this chance to prove my absolute devotion.”

Becky pointed her finger at me in a demanding way, her long manicured nail only an inch or so from my nose. “If I hear one word of protest form you this evening, you will be very sorry.” Becky turned and sat on the bed. Pushing herself against the headboard, she reached for the book and began leafing through it. I waited nervously, afraid to move or say a word. I prayed that she would calm down. She finally spoke. “I am willing to forget this Denny…as long as it does not come up again. You have made so much progress in the last week, I hate to let one incident “mar' your record, so to speak. Go run my bath water. Then come back here and pamper me.” I jumped to my feet. “Yes ma'am! I will do it right away!” I was so excited I ran into Becky's bathroom.

I quickly fixed her bath, just the way she liked it, and returned to the bedroom. I slowly slipped into the bed and began worshiping her feet, gradually working my way up her legs. Her natural morning scent excited my nostrils, and my swollen clit pulsated in the device. For once, the pain in my balls did not matter. I was pleasing Becky, and that was the most important thing. Her pussy was dripping with excitement. It ran down between her legs and across her delicate rosebud. I begged Becky for the privilege to clean her. I edged forward as she focused her attention on the book. I would find out later that evening how well she would remember the passages. I licked her to two orgasms. She rolled over on her tummy and I worshiped her ass. It was almost 10:00 before she finally pushed me away and took her bath.

Becky likes to be alone in the late morning when she is not working. I spent that time working about the house, trying to get everything perfect. I was anxious to show my devotion to her, but at the same time, extremely nervous about John. I tried not to think about what she would make me do. All sorts of thoughts entered my head. I could not get it off my mind. I just knew she was going to make me suck his cock. I had fantasized about such things, but never intended for it to happen. It was always a nameless, faceless man, not someone I knew, much less someone like John. I kept trying to think about Becky, how I would please her, how I would gain her affection again. I kept telling myself that John was just a passing thing, someone she would get tired of.

Becky met Mistress Hilda for lunch and they came home in the mid afternoon. Mistress Hilda showed Becky how to do the injection, and Becky learned quickly. “After the first week, you can inject him once every other day for two weeks, then once a week indefinitely.” Mistress Hilda made me remove my artificial breasts. Becky smiled when she saw how swollen my nipples had become. “It is already working. How long will it take for them to reach…a reach…you know…normal size?” Mistress Hilda used her fingers to squeeze my nipples. “It's hard to say, but you will begin to notice significant growth in a month or so.” I was becoming very nervous as they talked about me. I felt like an experiment. “Have you allowed him to remove the devices yet?” Becky shook her head no. “It would be a good idea for you to remove it occasionally…to keep it from irritating his skin. And, depending upon how often you let him cum, he should be milked occasionally, to…let me say it this way…to clean out his plumbing.” They both laughed as my face burned with embarrassment.

“How often will you let him cum?” Becky hesitated. “Well, I have not decided that yet. I am still considering how I want to do that.” My heart raced with anticipation. It had been a long time since I had cum and it was really starting to bother me. “I don't want to be stuck with a time interval. It will not likely be a routine time.” Hilda used her hand to squeeze my balls. “You may want to consider milking him from time to time. I can show you how to do that.” Becky looked seriously at Hilda. “I have heard of that, but I don't know what it is.” Hilda smiled. “It's a great way to empty his balls and...” She looked up at me. “Well let me say it this way, it will not be very enjoyable for Denny.

Hilda pulled Becky aside and they talked too low for me to hear. Other than an occasional glance at me, Becky smiled the entire time. It was obvious that Becky was enjoying the milking scheme Hilda had concocted. “Think about it. I can show you how it is done. It's a good method to use for slaves that are unruly, or for slaves that are simply not allowed to cum.”

I listened intently as they continued to talk. I was becoming very worried about what Mistress Hilda was telling Becky. I knew she wanted to control my orgasms, but I had hoped she would let me cum occasionally. Surely she would not just ‘milk' me as Hilda put it. I wanted to please Becky so much but I wanted some pleasure for myself. I was getting so confused with my thoughts. Maybe she was only trying to scare me. I would be good. I would be very good. I will show her.

To be continued in Chapter 12