Training Rebecca

Training Rebecca Ch. 11

       The week had been a blur. Friday morning, John woke up early with a hard-on, not that it was particularly unusual for him. He reached over to fondle his wife's breasts. The hardness he felt through the heavy material of her sleeper, surprised him.

       He whispered in her ear, “Your period should be over by now,” his words just penetrated the befogged brain of his spouse.

       “It is, but I've got a UTI.”

       “Huh?”

       “Urinary tract infection. I've got to see my doctor. It should only be a few more days.”

       Rebecca went down to Maria's room, then exercised using the penis gag again as Kyle had directed, before coming up to shower. When she emerged from the bathroom dried and dressed, John raised up on one elbow on the bed, “Have you been hiding something from me?”

       A feeling of dread came over her. “What would that be?”

       “Your nipples felt a l-i-t-t-l-e different than usual this morning.”

       “It was going to be a surprise, as is the bra.” She opened her blazer and unbuttoned her blouse to display her studded nipples poking out through the twin openings in the tip less bra. “What do you think?” she stood on one leg and threw the other hip out in a provocative posture.

       He titled his head. “Inhale,” she did. “Titilating,” he grinned at his own joke. “When did you start wearing them?”

       “A couple of weeks ago. Gotta run Hon.”

       That evening was the awards assembly at school. The boys were each receiving one and they had planned on going. Rebecca didn't really want to go since she might just see the two kids she had met in the park. She announced that she wasn't feeling well and would be staying home. “Damn UTI,” she whispered to John. Maria overheard it and said that something like that shouldn't keep her from supporting her children's successes. She thought quite unkind thoughts at Maria's intervention, but went along reluctantly.

       The event went over well. “Haven't seen much of you lately,” said the girl from the park as she walked past her during the reception. That startled her a little, and her heart raced for 10 minutes or so, but there was no other contact and she couldn't tell that anyone treated them any differently than usual. So as far as she could tell, her secret remained a secret.

       Saturday they awoke a little latter than usual. Rebecca snuggled up to John. “The fact that I can't have sex doesn't mean that you can't either. Why don't I help you out? I'll even use my mouth on you.”

       John knew exactly what that meant. She would put the tip in her mouth and stroke it furiously with her hand until he would begin to twitch, then it was 'grab a kleenix to catch the spunk, Mate'. “No, I'll wait for you.”

       “I could try some different things this time. I've really missed you this time.”

       “No, I'll wait for you. But thanks anyway.”

       They went out shopping with the boys to buy necessities for summer camp. Then they ate a late lunch at Applebee's.

       Sunday Rebecca went to relieve herself in Maria's room early. Maria had gone out with her boyfriend the day before and a row had ensued, so there hadn't been any sex. She awoke, twisted onto the edge of the bed, pulled up her nightie, and looked down expectedly. Rebecca resigned herself to the inevitable and knelt to tongue her Maid. She was especially disgusted with herself for not finding it revolting any more.

       “Oh, that's good. You've become a good cunt sucker. Put your hands under my nightie and pinch my nipples.” She grabbed hair on either side of the head between her legs to puller her in tighter. “That's it, tongue my hole,” she said crudely. “Make me cum.”

       “WHAT THE HELL...” John was standing in the open doorway.

       “I...” Rebecca started to get up but Maria pulled her back to the business at hand by her hair.

       “Don't you dare stop,” she hissed through her teeth.

       “Now I see why you don't want to have sex with me. You've gone Lezzy on me,” he shouted. That's why you come in here all the time.”

       “John,” a muffled cry came from between Maria's legs.

       “Close the door on your way out, please,” Maria said calmly and it slammed shut. “Now finish me and make it good, or else.”

       With a sob, Rebecca tongued around the vaginal opening, did her piss hole, pushed deep into her, then finished by swirling her tongue around and around her clit. It was just at she had been taught. She tried to go fast so she could get it over with and catch up to John, but Maria wasn't having any of the rush stuff and held out for two orgasms before allowing a bursting  Rebecca to relieve herself and leave.

       By the time she went upstairs, John was nowhere to be found. She tried getting him on his cell phone, but no answer. Should she tell him everything, she wondered? Well not exactly everything, but at least about Kyle's blackmail. She had been warned about telling John about it. Anything that would put them in jail was out of the question. But she didn't want to risk losing the father of her children either. She sat and stewed for a while and ended up putzing around for the day accomplishing nothing.

       When she awoke on Monday morning, Rebecca was surprised to find her husband in bed next to her. When he had come in during the night she didn't know. She didn't want him to find her with Maria again, so she used her half hour privilege with the butt plug out to use the toilet, shower, and tiptoed off to work without exercising or breakfast.

       When he rallied around, John phoned his wife's gynecologist saying she had asked him to confirm her appointment that week. “No, sorry, Mrs. Dunbar has no appointment that week”, the receptionist declared.

       Work kept Rebecca busy during the day. She left for her waxing appointment, was fingered by Betty until she almost climaxed, and returned to work on edge. She arrived home late and was glad John made no mention of the previous days drama. She hadn't a clue what she would tell him as an explanation if he did bring it up.

       Tuesday, Kyle called and ordered her to come for a visit at 6:00. She had Mrs. Davis call Maria and say she had an appointment and that they should eat dinner without her. She cleaned up things by 5:30 and headed for the house of her Master, unaware that a car was following her.

       John parked on the street and watched in amazement from behind a hedge as his wife stripped on the porch to reveal garter belt and hose and wait to be admitted. When she went inside, he crept around and found an unlocked side door toward the back of the large house. He entered quietly and tried the first door he came to. He found himself in a video studio. Three monitors were on and he could see his naked wife, kneeling on the floor, from three different angles. The volume was set too low to hear what was being said.

       He didn't hear her enter, but suddenly a naked beauty grabbed his balls and knelt in front of him. “You are John,” it was a statement.

       “How did you know?”

       “You can't interfere with the training session,” she said, “but I can make it worth your while.” She unzipped his pants, and pulled out a very hard member of the opposite sex. She gave him a lick to say ‘hello’.

       “What's happening?”

       “Master is putting her through her positions.” Kyle had stopped at position four, and as Rebecca bent in half backwards, he knelt and took out her padlocks. “She has been practicing this position, I see, and can get into it from a standing position. He keeps her locked up so she knows she doesn't control her body. She is tempted to masturbate without Master's permission.”

       “Rebecca masturbate? You've got to be kidding. She wouldn't do that.” Joanna took his wet cock half way down her throat on one bob, and buried her nose in his pubic hair on the second. That got John's attention.

       “Where's her hair?” he asked, “well most of it.”

       “Hmmm,” she pulled back, “waxed like me. Master doesn't like anything hiding the cunt, as Master calls it, from his view.” She resumed her ministrations.

       “This has got to be so…so embarrassing to her. She has always been so proud, so in control. Yet here she is spreading herself for a stranger.”

       “Hmmm,” she replied again.

       When the locks were out, Kyle stroked her wet cunt. You could see it drooling even on the camera. Blood rushed to Rebecca's head and she felt light-headed. She responded to his fingers, even knowing that she might not be allowed to finish what he was starting. He watched the signs of arousal as she pushed against his fingers. John was like an iron post in her mouth. This is turning him on, she thought, another man finger-fucking his own wife.

       “Please, May I cum Master?”

       “No, not now slut.”

       “She has to beg to have an orgasm?” John asked.

       “Ummm hmmm,” his fellatrix nodded without leaving her charge.

       “That has to be SO humiliating for her. I can't believe she puts up with it.”

       Kyle pulled his fingers away when she began to shake and ordered her into position 5. John almost came as he watched his wife spread her cunt. Her foot position was corrected slightly. Her Master called for position 6 and told her to get her collar. “No, I didn't say to get up,” he remonstrated as she started to rise.

       “Yes, sorry, Master.”

       She 'walked' on all four's over to the door, opened it, and retrieved her collar from her purse on the porch. John noted the curve of her back and the way her breasts hung down and swayed from side to side as she 'walked'. She brought it back and he put it around her neck. Attaching the leash, he walked her forward and backward. “You sometimes start with the wrong hand. You must start with the same hand as my foot or you'll get messed up.”

       “Yes, Master.”

       They walked back and forth, then tried small turns. It was easier when she started with the same hand as his foot.

       This was all John could take watching his wife humiliate herself, and he groaned and emptied himself in the warm, wet, vacuum that was the mouth of Joanna. She sucked and stroked him until every drop was swallowed. Then she lowered his pants and took them off. “You won't be needing these  for a while.” He was pushed backwards into a chair. She still hadn't let go of his family jewels and as his butt hit the seat, she fed them between 2 pieces of wood inset in the chair seat and clicked them shut.

       Rebecca was aching at the end of 10 minutes of this exercise and he called a halt without needing to punish her even once. “Doing better,” he stroked her hair.

       “Sorry to have to do this,” Joanna told Rebecca's husband, “but I have to go for a few minutes. I'll turn the volume up if you wish. Please don't try and get up—you'll hurt yourself badly, they really are locked in. And if you yell—well this is a sound proof room.” She pushed a slider on the control panel and John could hear every sound coming from the living room. Joanna slipped out of the door and closed it silently.

       “Joanna,” he said in a conversational voice. She appeared as if by magic. “I was just checking Rebecca's pc muscles and find them in need of extensive conditioning. The little bit of training we are doing now hasn't helped a bit. Position 3, Joanna.” John watched as she stepped wide and put her hands on the small of her back. Her elbows touched, thrusting her breasts out. “Put your finger in her while she contracts her pc muscles.”

       Rebecca was amazed. “That hurts she is squeezing so hard, Master.”

       “Now, lick your finger off and put it inside YOU.” John sat in rapt attention. “Contract. See the difference?”

       She nodded. She had no idea anyone could build up those muscles that way. Had she lost that much tone there since she was younger? Was it because she hadn't had very much sex for the past few years? Maybe that was why John seemed to be abroad so much anymore. She looked at her finger and, knowing what was expected, licked it again. John shook his head in disbelief and found he was rising to the occasion.

       “We will need to accelerate that part of your training. Position 6.”

       Rebecca knelt and he led her by the leash out of John's view and up the stairs. Kyle walked into a door Rebecca had never noticed and flicked on the light switch. That turned on four monitors in the studio, and John could see a very well appointed examination room. Joanna slipped in the door and came over to rub her luscious breasts against him.

       “What is he doing now?”

       “Wait and see,” she responded.

       Kyle sat his trainee up on the examination table and laid her on her back. He pulled out stirrups and positioned her legs.

       “Never knew you could see so much on one of those,” he said as one camera was positioned to show all the real estate between the stirrups. Her arms were raised and attached to cuffs and a wide strap was tightened just under her breasts which completely immobilized her.

       “This is my Kegelcizer, an invention of my own,” Kyle told his submissive. He stepped between her spread legs and set a box on a tray he pulled out from the table. John could see wires running from a control box to a rubber phallus. The Master lubricated the phallus and pushed it home, attaching straps to her thighs to hold it in position.

       “You've been isolating the pc muscles when you pee. Contract them.” As she did, he threw a switch, and a light shown on the box.

       “Beep...Beep...Beep,” it went on for 15 seconds or so when she let off the pressure. “AAWK,” came from a speaker on the box and “Owwwwwwww,” went Rebecca, and her body tensed up as a shock went through her nether region. Kyle flipped the switch and the box went dead. “Oh, yes, as I was just about to say,” he smiled, “if you don't maintain the required pressure on it, there is a shocking development. I have both the required pressure and the shock value turned down low. We will build both the pressure and the amount of time you hold it during the next month. By that time you should be at a 7 out of the 10 settings, which I consider to be barely adequate.”

       “Let me feel this iron cunt,” John asked Joanna. She stepped to the side, swinging her legs open as she did so. He put a finger in her and was amazed at the pressure. Then she changed it to pulse the muscles so he could feel what she could do with a cock in there. He could only imagine what that would feel like. She ran her fingers through his hair. “I see you are up for some more action already.” She knelt and took him in her mouth as he turned his attention back to the monitors.

       “Try it again,” Kyle was telling her. He flipped the switch, “Beep...Beep...Beep...”

       “I don't think I can handle any more,” she moaned after a half a minute was up.

       “30 more seconds, then you can rest.” She concentrated on squeezing THOSE muscles to avoid the punishment. “Time,” he called out switching off the box. “Rest for a minute and then we'll do two 30 second ones. I will give a Kegelcizer to Maria for you to use twice each day. Additionally, I expect you to contract the muscles each hour. Here is a  clock that beeps on the hour as a reminder. You can put it on your desk. Three sets of 10 contractions each should do it, I think. You will be sore the first few days as you are using muscles that are not in shape. Another caveat. The exercises can be a little erotic, but you are NOT allowed to cum.”

        In the studio, Joanna slurped loudly. “Does that contraption really shock as much as Rebecca indicated?” she was asked.

       “How do you think I acquired the muscles I have? Master has very exacting standards and won't accept anything but my best for him. And whew, but that's a sensitive place to run a jolt of electricity. It's not like electro-sex, I can tell you.”

       She felt John jump in her hand when she said that. She put him back in her mouth and tightened her lips around him. While his wife was doing the first of her 30 second exercises, he tensed up and gave up his second load of the evening. Joanna swallowed it like it was her last meal for the month.

       “Is she almost done?” he asked.

       “Yes, this is the last for today.”

       “I'd better be going then,” he announced looking down at the wooden jaws that held him entrapped.

       “That would be for the best,” she produced a key from somewhere and inserted it into a lock under the chair. With a “click” he was free, and put on his pants. Giving the monitors a last look he slipped out of the door and headed for his car.

       When Rebecca arrived home about 7:30, everything was in chaos as the boys were packing. They went to summer camp for 2 weeks every year right after school got out, and were looking forward to it. John would be driving them the 60 miles there on the morrow. He worked late in his office and Rebecca didn't even hear him come to bed. She had begged and begged, but Kyle was adamant about leaving in the locks. She didn't know how much longer she could hold John off, especially after the incident with Maria. She knew he was fuming about it, but hadn't mentioned anything since his discovery.

       Rebecca had done a few things early in her office before the 9:00 meeting. That had gone smoothly and sales were doing very well with the new directions she was taking the company. She arrived back at her office at 10:30. She was just getting started when Maria, her Maria, burst into the office. She was dressed in a red skirt, red pumps, and a black spaghetti strap top that did little to hide her curves. She was followed closely by a flustered Mrs. Davis.

       “I'm sorry, Mrs. Dunbar,” began the flustered secretary. “She wouldn't...”

       “OUT,” snapped Rebecca to her maid. “This is where I conduct MY business. You are NOT welcome here.”

       The Maid didn't seem in the least put out by the outburst, and made no move to leave.

       “Shall I call security, or the police?” asked Mrs. Davis.

       “That's a good idea. We probably should clear up a few things with them,” said Maria.

       The mention of the police brought Rebecca back to her senses.

       “No, no, I'll handle this. Thank you, Mrs. Davis. That will be all for now.”

       A smirk graced Maria's face as the secretary closed the door behind her. “Let’s check on you,” she said walking over to the desk before Rebecca could move. “Lift up your skirt in back.”

       Rebecca’s face changed from anger to fear as she soaked it all in. She did as ordered and lifted her skirt, proving that she was sitting as HE had ordered. “Good girl,” she purred patting her head.

       “You have nothing to say to me?”

       “Yes, Mistress. I mean, no, Mistress.”

       “I can use this as a reminder,” she said taking THE wooden spoon out of her purse.

       “Please, no, Mistress. That won’t be necessary,” Rebecca shrank back, terrified at the thought.

       “Come over here and take up position #1.”

       “Yes, Mistress,” she said, stripping off her suit coat and unbuttoning her blouse hurridly. She was naked under it and looked at Maria who nodded. It was removed as was the skirt and thong.

       “You can keep the stockings and garter.”

       The high-powered executive knelt and assumed the position required with fingers laced and placed on the back of the neck, her elbows perpendicular to her body. The young woman in front of her examined her breasts. She smiled as she bent over and lifted each of the padlocks in turn, then let it fall. “I don’t suppose you have been satisfying John since his return,” it was not a question and Rebecca didn’t see a reason to answer it. “You will ignore me when I speak to you?” she gripped a nipple and digging in her nails, twisted it viciously while lifting the offending breast.

       “No, Mistress. I…I’m very sorry. I didn’t think it was a question. No, I haven’t been satisfying my husband since his return,” the pain drained the color from her face and brought a tear to her eye. “I am still locked up.”

       “He must not be very happy about it, I should think. ”

       “No, Mistress.” The nipple was finally released.

       “You have left HIM without sex. What will you do for ME, slut?”

       The words stung. “I...I...I will obey you, Mistress,” she said with conviction born out of desperation. She knew she had pissed off Maria, but she didn't want that part of her life to collide with her professional one here.

       Maria dug two straps out of her purse and attached the curious clip on the end of each one to a nipple. They hurt some, but it was definitely bearable and she silently thanked her Maid for that. The Maid moved to a wooden chair on the other side of the couch. “Come here then,” was the order and the kneeling woman walked over on hands and knees, dragging the straps.

       Maria raised her skirt and opened her legs to reveal a panty-less pussy, framed by garters attached to black hose. Rebecca could smell the aroma from the hairy twat already and could see from the froth there that she was horny. She groaned at the task she knew was ahead of her.

       “You don’t like sucking me off, do you slut?”

       “It isn’t you, Mistress. I’m just not into women, if you know what I mean.”

       She gave a short laugh. “But I know you will obey me anyway.”

       “Yes, Mistress.”

       “That makes it all the better. Stand up.” She obeyed immediately. Maria ran a finger under her nether lips between the padlocks and held up a finger with obvious moisture on it. “And what is this?”

       “I…I must be ovulating.” She opened her mouth as her Maid put the finger to her lips and tasted her own dew.

       “Beg me to let you eat my pussy.”

       Rebecca swallowed. It was bad enough to be made to do it, but to have to ask for it was sooo humiliating. She could feel the heat rise up into her head, but swallowed her pride and hoped she could make up for the punishment she was expecting. “Please, Mistress, let me eat your pussy,” the word still grated on her ears.

       Maria looked at her with raised eyebrows and she continued, “I want to tongue your clit. I'll make it really good for you.” Still silence. “I'll slurp all your delicious juices. I'll make you cum in my mouth over and over again until my tongue falls off,” her desperation was starting to show. There was no telling what this woman would do to her and she was afraid of her now. She couldn't let them be exposed after all she had gone through to shield them from the law.

       “As you wish. Hold out your hands.” She put handcuffs on her wrists and pulled her down by the chain between them until it went under one leg of the chair. With Rebecca resting on an elbow, she reached for the straps connected to the Japanese cloverleaf nipple clamps and pulled her prey forward by her nipples.

       A shriek came from the President's mouth as the clamps bore down on her tender flesh. There was no relief until she reached the desired place and the tension was eased. Taking the left strap, she fished it between the top rung and the seat, and pulled it to the back of the chair. Rebecca was pulled forward by the pressure on her nipple and the clamps caused an unusual amount of pain. Her breast, which didn’t want to go through the narrow passage at first, squeezed through the rungs as her tit flesh was distended until the front of her throat hit the seat and her chest banged against the front rungs of the chair with an “aark”. The Maid connected the strap with its velcro end to the rung in the back of the chair so there was some tension on the line to pull on the unhappy nipple. The other soon followed suit under the next rung, and she was held captive on her right elbow with her chin at an awkward angle over the seat of the chair. Her nipples were on fire, but she knew it was nothing compared to what would happen if she pulled back on them.

       Maria pulled her skirt up and stepped over her prey. She held onto the arms and pressed into the back of the chair as she slid down until Rebecca’s head was thrown back by the invading cunt. Her mouth, open a little too wide for comfort, was pressed into the hairy mass before her. She was held captive by the pressure on her sore, distended nipples, now hooked to the back legs of the chair. She felt trapped, unable to move a muscle.

       “Make it good and make it last,” was the command. “Start with my hole.”

       The woman who commanded so many all around her to do her bidding, was now the servant of another. She inserted her tongue into the vagina before her and started licking for all she was worth. Her nostrils filled with the scent of her Maid who purposely hadn’t showered that morning. After a minute, a spurt of liquid entered her mouth and she choked and gagged, her eyes looking up with alarm.

       “Now it’s just my piss. I’ll let it out in spurts so you'll be able to swallow. But I do want you to swallow every drop.” She smiled sweetly. “Do I make myself clear?”

       Rebecca nodded as much as she could move her head, and, trying not to choke, swallowed the acrid liquid. She continued to lick the delicate tissues engulfing her mouth. She didn’t dare pull back, both because she would anger Maria, and because her nipple rings would tear the tender, swollen tit flesh.

       Maria loved the feel of a tongue on her pee hole. It felt so good to have a tongue laving away as she let go. And the thought that it was her “boss” being made to do it was just that much sweeter. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling.

       Rebecca was ready when the next spurt came and stopping her tongue work, swallowed immediately. Then again. She worked not to gag. And again it came, until she thought it would never end. Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief when it was over. As she went back to work, she was almost thankful for the cunt juices to get rid of the acrid taste of piss.

       “Good girl, there’s my good little piss slave.” She rocked back and forth, the motion pulling farther on the entrapped nipples. She smiled at the groan elicited from her employer.

       Rebecca ran her tongue in and out of the hole, then up the right lip over her clit and back down. She sucked hard and tasted the last of the piss drops. She pushed the realization of what she was tasting out of her mind, and worked with all her might to make her nemesis cum as soon as possible.

       Maria looked at the woman below her. The garters and stockings were elegant. Rebecca lay sprawled on her right side and Maria used her heel to rub up and down against the padlocks. A moan came from between her legs. Rebecca hadn’t thought she would be able to feel anything with the padlocks closing her lips. But the pressure on the locks worked its way into the sensitive, lubricated clit. Before long, her hips were trying to move in time with the heel of Maria’s shoe, her legs open allowing for more pressure on the swollen organ below.

       The maid reached down into her purse again for the wooden spoon. She leaned forward and brought it down on the side of ass cheek nearest her. “You are letting up. When I want you to slow down, I’ll tell you to do it. Right now you are my cunt-sucking whore, and,” she brought the spoon down harder this time, “I expect your total concentration to MY needs.”

       Rebecca whipped her tongue into a frenzy, heedless of exactly where it went. All she knew was that this woman was slightly unbalanced, the spoon hurt like hell, and there was no telling what she would do if angered. She sucked at the cunt and spun her tongue around and around the pea until it ached with the motion. Her whole being was consumed with the smell of the oozing liquid and the feel of the puffy nether lips and the thigh muscles starting to contract. Just when she thought it would never end, Maria brought the spoon down again. Rebecca’s face was pulled hard into her spasming clit as she grabbed and twisted her hair in a frenzy.

       Rebecca had a difficult time breathing with her face being mashed into the twitching pussy. She held onto the leg of the chair with her cuffed hands to keep from being pushed backward and injuring delicate tissues. She pushed back with her neck muscles to stay in place and continued lashing her tongue over the clit filling her mouth.

       “Do it, cunt,” her Maid said horsely. “Tongue me faster. Make me cum.” Then a low growl came from her throat. “Don’t make me take the spoon to you.”

       Maria sat with her head thrown back, eyes squeezed tightly shut, making little squealing noises, relishing wave upon wave that washed over her. She could hear her tongue slave trying to breathe and pulled her face harder into the vee between her legs. She looked down at the scene before her, and the sight caused another orgasm to hit. She squeezed the head tightly with her legs as she shook through her second orgasm.

       Finally she relaxed and let go of the hair she had been holding. Rebecca was able to move her head back an inch and precious air was sucked into her lungs. Breathing heavily, she rolled her eyes upward and saw the triumph in Maria’s eyes. The realization hit her that they could never go back to their previous employer/employee relationship. She shifted slightly to get the kink out of her neck. Her body let her know that it was stiff and sore from the awkward position. It also let her know that she had been close to cumming.

       Maria rose out of the chair and unfastened the straps from the back of the chair. Rebecca remained where she was, breasts still pushed through the rungs of the chair, fearful now of offending her Maid in any way. Maria grabbed her hair and pulled her from the chair, the straps following her tits as they came out from under the chair to hang down from her nipples. As Rebecca struggled to take up position 1, Maria tilted her head up.

       “That wasn’t very good, but then you haven’t had much practice, I suspect.”

       “No, Mistress, I haven’t, I'm sorry.”

       “A middle aged cunt who can’t even tongue me decently.” The voice indicated considerable disapproval. “You should be a pro by now,” she spat out.

       Rebecca marveled that this girl, who had seemed so subservient while managing the household tasks, was now in complete possession of the situation. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I’ll try harder to please you next time.”

       “Hrumph. Stand up and let me take your locks off.”

       They were soon removed and the high and mighty executive returned to a kneeling position. The straps crisscrossed her front and wrapped around her sides to her back where they were clipped together. They were just tight enough to cause a little pain. A short leash was attached to them and Maria stepped forward. Rebecca knew what would happen if the leash went taut, and moved on hands and knees to keep alongside. Everything went well until she was led around the sofa. She continued around as Maria stepped away. The searing pain in her nipples informed her of her mistake. She didn’t make that mistake again as she was led back and forth around the office and over to the window. “Stand against the window until your face and tits are flattened against it.” The window overlooked the street five stories below.

       “This is only a window. If you disappoint me by moving away, I will take you as you are now to meet all the executives in your company. Is that what you want?”

       “No, Mistress. Please, Mistress. Not that, Mistress. I will work harder to please you, Mistress.”

       “We’ll see. I wonder who is looking at this window right now.” Rebecca shivered at the thought, but the humiliating idea also caused a jolt to her clit.

       Her Domme ran a finger up the bald pussy from the back. “Damn bitch. You have cunt juice running down your leg.” As she held her against the window, she stroked her finger back and forth until she heard the moan she had been waiting for. Then she pushed that finger up her hole and moved it around until her breathing quickened and the ass in question began to gyrate. She laughed and pulled out her digit, wiping it on the ass cheek nearest to her.

       With that, the leashed woman was led back around the desk and over to the chair. Maria took off the straps and sat down as Rebecca knelt before her.

       “Turn over on your back and assume position 5,” was the command.

       Maria gazed down at the beauty sprawled out before her. The black hair was rumpled, breasts nice and firm, although still showing signs from the bruising last weekend. Tummy tight, legs toned, although in need of a little more tanning. The lips slicked apart when her legs were parted and Rebecca held them wide with her fingers. The waxing left nothing to the imagination down there.

       “Feet apart. Scooch forward.” The legs were now wide open with her knees at the side of the chair. Maria placed a shoe on the offered pussy and rotated the back of the heel back and forth. The moan told her all she needed to know. She put the tip of her shoe into the open vagina as far as it would go and moved it about. She could see an occasional tightening of the thighs.

       “Slut.”

       There was no response. “Soooo. You will ignore me again.”

       “No, Mistress. Yes, I am a slut.”

       She picked up the wooden spoon. “If I have to do the work, I will hit each breast 15 times.”

       “OH My GOD. They hurt so much last time. Please, Mistress. Have mercy.”

       “Or you could do it for me, I suppose. Then I would stop at, say 10 total, five on each one.”

       “Yes, I will do that one, Mistress.”

       “How would you hit them?”

       “Hard, Mistress. Very hard. I'll make them hurt. I’m sorry I’m stupid and slow to learn. I'll hit them so I will learn to serve you better.” She was panicky. “But please, give me something to deaden my screams.”

       “Go get your thong.” She scrambled quickly on all fours and returned with it in her mouth, breathing through her nose. She assumed the spread position with her legs either side of the chair. Maria handed her the dreaded wooden spoon. The Executive gripped it tightly, knowing her aim must be perfect. Shutting her eyes was out of the question. Right hand first.

       SMACK. Pain was reflected in the eyes and a low howl came from the seated woman as the rounded part of the spoon connected directly on her left nipple. She sat holding her breast, her breath hissing through her teeth. The flesh around the nipple, now distended had turned white, then immediately red at the blow.

       “Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

       She pulled the sodden panties out. “One. Thank you, Mistress.”

       “Next.”

       She swallowed and steeled herself for the ordeal. Left hand this time, bite down on the panties. She aimed for the right breast and prepared for the pain. The spoon swung and at the last moment, she squeezed her eyes shut and the spoon missed its mark, hitting her collarbone with a thug.

       “I'm sorry, Mistress,” she was aghast. “I'll do it again, harder this time.”

       “No, slut. It seems that you can't even do that right.” Rebecca was crying now. The cloverleaf clips were reattached, then the leash, and Maria led the way to the door of the office, with a frightened Rebecca in tow.

       “Please, Mistress. I'll make it up to you. Please not out there,” she was in a panic.

       With her hand on the doorknob, Maria said, “I'll pull you through by your tits if that is what you want.” She opened the door and led a sobbing Rebecca into the office of an astonished Mrs. Susan Davis.

       “Mrs. Dunbar is most embarrassed by the scene she made in the office a while ago, aren’t you?”

       “Y...Y...Yes, I am very sorry.”

       “Tell the nice lady who I am?”

       “M...M...My M…M…Mistress,” she thought she would die on the spot.

       “Shall we go on a tour of the building, or would you like to offer me an alternative?”

       Oh GOD, she is going to make me say it, “May I punish myself for you, Mistress.”

       “Punish yourself how?”

       Please God, let me die now, she prayed. I will hit my breasts...”

       “Tits.”

       “...my tits as hard as I can with the spoon.” Mrs. Davis could already see where the spoon had landed, as well as the bruises from the previous punishment. She shivered at the sight.

       “You will not disappoint me again?”

       “No, Mistress.”

       “Is there something you would like to ask Mrs. Davis about seeing you here today like this?”

       “Mrs. Davis, I know that this has been somewhat disturbing, but I would appreciate it if you could forget all about it.” Her secretary nodded.

       “Please see to it that we are not disturbed, Mrs. Davis,” the insolent Maid demanded. With that, they walked, or rather Rebecca crawled beside her as they went back into the office and closed the door. Maria sat back down in the chair and indicated that Rebecca return to her position.

       “Lay back.”

       “Yes, Mistress.” The shoe touched the open slit and Maria began to move it from her vagina to her pubic bone. The slosh from the wetness there was noticeable to both.

       “Cunt.”

       “Yes, I am nothing but a cunt, Mistress.”

       “No good, fuckin’ piss-drinking slut.”

       The shoe was driving her crazy. “Yes, Mistress. I am nothing but a fuckin’ piss slut.”

       “Now let's see if you can do it properly. Take up the spoon. She knew she couldn't hold back now, and her aim must be right on.

       “If you miss a shot, there are 2 penalty shots to that tit,” Rebecca nodded. If I don't think you hit hard enough, we'll start back at the beginning.” Rebecca moaned. “Or I can do them all myself and do the 30.”

       “No, No, I'll do it, Mistress.”

       “She took aim with her right hand again and hit with all her might. SMACK! She screamed into the gag and rolled around and around on the floor holding the injured breast. Maria smirked, “That was just barely adequate. Continue.”

       “One, Mistress.” How the hell could she ever get through this. She lay back down, her legs spread wide outside Maria's chair and took up the spoon in her left hand. She couldn't ease up and lose the pain from the first one. She had to keep her eyes open. She swung and connected with a loud SMACK! Again, she rolled around back and forth, screaming and holding the other breast. “Two,” she said when she could resume her position.

       Maria took the thin heel of her shoe and rubbed it up and down the exposed slit in front of her. “Make sure the rest are all at least that hard.” She wondered if she could bring her off this way. That would injure her pride.

       Back to the right hand. She couldn't hit the same spot again. Her nipples and the aureoles around them were bright red already, and smarted like crazy. She decided she would hit the top, bottom, and both sides of each breast on her last four strokes. She opted for the bottom first. Biting down on the panties hard,  SMACK!! Damn she rolled on her side and curled up in a fetal position holding her left breast, tears running down her cheeks. Maria watched and was pretty sure this was the last time she would have to worry about disobedience or insolence.

       “Continue, and cut all that rolling around. If you can't handle it, I'll tie you down and do the punishment.”

       “No, No, I can do it, Mistress. Three, Mistress. I'll try and stay still.”

       Left hand again. Can't shut my eyes like the first time. She aimed at the underside of her right breast and let fly, SMACK!! Mnmnmnmnmn, she cried into the gag, tears flowing again. She grabbed onto the hurt breast but didn't move away from Maria's heel. The Maid continued to stroke slowly up and down the gash lying in front of her, occasionally bringing the wider part of the back of her shoe into contact. “F...F...Four, Mistress.”

       “What have you learned from this?”

       “I have learned to treat you with the utmost respect, Mistress. Also that Your p...p...pussy is to be worshiped. I have learned that I need to obey you wherever you are, even here at my office.” The heel kept its movement, and a schlick sound accompanied it as it parted the oozing lips.

       “I will be merciful. If you can cum on my shoe with the 6th strike, I will let your punishment end there.”

       “Thank You, Mistress, Thank you. You won't regret your mercy. You will see, Mistress.”

       “But these last two had better be good ones. I want them back on your nipples like the first ones.”

       “Yes, Mistress.” Two more to go. I can do this, she said to herself. She became conscious of the shoe heel rubbing her engorged clit and cunt lips and began working her pelvis up and down to increase the sensation. She picked up the spoon in her right hand again. Damn this was going to hurt on that sore nipple. SMACK!!! Grrrrrrrrrrr, she grabbed the tit and squeezed hard, and bit on the panties trying not to scream. Sweat poured from her forehead as she squeezer her eyes tight waiting for the pain to subside. She was finally able to breathe, “F...F...Five, Mistress.

       O.K. Now I need to cum. She closed her eyes and thought about Kyle's beautiful cock. He was able to do the most amazing things with it. She remembered being with him the night after the party. As she replayed the scene in her head, the heel brought her closer and closer to cumming. HE would want her to cum this way. It would turn him on to see it. She was back in bed with him, and seeing her had given him a magnificent erection. She was just putting her mouth on him, tasting the salty precum when she felt herself start to spasm. She opened her eyes and aimed the spoon, striking with all her might on the defenceless right tit. As it hit, so did her orgasm. She didn't know whether she was in heaven or hell, as she grabbed the injured party while continuing to work her cunt up and down on the heel to extend the  explosion she was experiencing. Her tit was aching now, but she realized that last stroke didn't hurt as much as the other ones had.

       “Six, thank you, Mistress.”

       “All this work has made me horny. I think I'd like to cum again.”

       “Yes, Mistress. I will make this one good for you.”