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                             Becky's Story
                              by Jay West
                        
                                Part 1
                        
                       My First Weekend at Leo's
                       =========================


    For her thirtieth birthday, Leo gave his ex-wife a sex slave. He gave
her me.

    Anne is her name. Becky is my name. Leo and Anne own me, I'm their
property. I'm writing my story because they've told me to. They said I
could write anything I wanted, as long as I was truthful.

    I remember when I first met Leo. I was halfway through my sophomore
year of college, trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. It
was a Friday night, and I was having beers with a couple of friends from my
dorm. All of us were between boyfriends. No, that's not actually true, I
was in the process of weaning myself from two different boyfriends. I still
used them occasionally for sex, such as they could offer, but it was just a
matter of time until I found a replacement and dumped them. So the three of
us were sitting in the tavern, sipping beer and talking about our lousy
luck with guys.

    Our discussion had turned to speculation about older men, and we had
concluded that they had to be better than the idiot boys we were used to.
As we talked, I noticed a guy on the other side of the room. He was sitting
on a stool, leaning back against the bar, and his eyes were boring holes
into me. For first impressions, I rated him average on looks, but high on
sex appeal, and I started thinking about things I'd like him to do to me.

    I acted like I hadn't noticed him him at first, but every time I
glanced over, he was still staring right at me. Then I tried staring back
at him, but all that produced was a slight smile from him. Eventually my
girlfriends noticed the stare-down between me and the guy. "Who's that?" my
friend Allie asked.

    "I have no idea," I answered, "But I'm thinking about finding out."

    "Whoa, Becky," said Karen, my other friend. "I know we were talking
about older men, but not that old. That guy must be in his late twenties."

    "Well, wish me luck," I said, as I got up from the table and walked
over to the guy. As I approached him, his gaze wandered over my body from
head to foot. He kept returning to my breasts. I used to get that a lot.

    "Why are you staring at me?" I asked him.

    "Because you're such a pleasure to stare at," he said. After a pause,
he said, "Let's get the introductions out of the way. I'm Leo, and you're
Becky."

    "How do you know my name?" I asked, a little wary and uneasy that he
already knew my name.

    "Relax, Becky," he said. "I have very good hearing, and I heard one of
your friends call you by name just now."

    "You could hear what we were talking about?"

    He grinned at me. "Sex with older men. I'm not in my late twenties, I'm
thirty-two." I must have blushed, because his grin grew wider. "I think you
should try it," he said.

    "With you, I suppose," I said, trying to sound dismissive.

    "That's right," he said. "With me. Tonight."

    I stood still, staring at him. I liked the idea, but he scared me a
little. No, he scared me a lot, I knew I would be in way over my head if I
went with him. After a while, he shrugged. "Go back to your girlfriends,"
he said, "tell them how you shut me down." He spun around on the bar stool,
turning his back on me.

    I stood and watched his back for a few seconds. "Shot," I said. "I shot
you down, I didn't shut you down." He didn't react at all. I walked back to
my table.

    "What happened?" Allie asked.

    "He... I don't know," I stammered. "I don't think it's over yet." I
picked up my beer and took a long sip, while Allie and Karen looked at me.

    I sat silently, looking at Leo's back. My friends tried to get me to
talk, but I ignored them and watched Leo. Eventually he fished some money
out of his pocket and tossed it on the bar, then got up and headed for the
door. He didn't even glance at me.

    A moment after Leo disappeared through the tavern's front door, I
swallowed the last of my beer, grabbed my coat, said, "See you later," to
my friends, and almost ran to the door.

    I caught up to Leo as he was climbing into his pickup. It was a real
pile of junk. "What do you want now?" he asked.

    "I want to go with you," I said.

    He looked at me silently for a moment. "I live thirty miles out of
town," he said. "It's isolated, you'd be all alone with me. I could do
anything I wanted, you couldn't stop me. Are you really going to put
yourself into that situation, little girl?"

    "If you're trying to scare me, you're doing a good job," I said, but I
figured he wouldn't have told me that if he meant me any real harm. "Do you
want me, or not?"

    "Get in," he said without enthusiasm. Then he closed the driver's door
and started the engine. The truck sounded even worse than it looked. I
walked around to the other door, opened it and climbed in.

    We rode in silence for about ten minutes. At the outskirts of town, Leo
said, "Take your coat off."

    "Why?" I asked. "I'm cold, I don't want to take off my coat."

    Leo fiddled with the heater controls. "Because I want to see your
tits," he said.

    I thought he was making a crude joke, but one glance at him and I knew
better. "Everybody wants to see them," I said, "but they look better
covered."

    "The heater's on full, take your coat off," he said. I kept still and
quiet, and after a moment he pulled over to the shoulder of the road and
came to a stop. "Take your coat off, or get out," he said calmly. I turned
and looked at him. He looked back at me, his expression absolutely blank.
We started at one another for a long time, then I put my hand on the door
handle and opened the door. Leo turned away from me and put the truck in
gear. I closed the door again. Slowly and reluctantly, I began taking my
coat off. Leo turned and looked at me again.

    When my coat was off and laying on the seat between us, he said, "Now
the sweater." I looked at him again, but he just stared at me with that
blank expression. I came close to opening the door again, but instead I
pulled my sweater off over my head and put it on top of the coat.

    He looked down at my chest. "Please don't make me take off my bra," I
said softly. "My breasts sag, they look better in the bra."

    After looking at me for a few more moments, alternating his gaze
between my face and my breasts, he said, "You need to lose some weight and
get in shape. Your tits would still be large, but you wouldn't be ashamed
to show them." Then he pulled back onto the road and continued driving.
"Keep the bra on for now," he said. Then he added, "I'll give you a workout
to follow, it'll get you into shape."

    In spite of the fact that I was there for sex, I thought he was getting
too personal. I did have a few pounds I could stand to lose, but I was far
from fat, and I didn't like being told I was. "You really know how to
sweet-talk a girl," I said. "Isn't it a little soon for you to be giving me
advice like that, telling me what to do?"

    He smiled. "It's never too soon for that. It's what you need. After you
get a taste of it this weekend, you'll want more."

    I looked over at him and said, "I'm just here for a fuck, nobody said
anything about staying the weekend. And nobody controls me." I was starting
to think I'd made a big mistake, and that I should have gotten out of the
truck when I had the chance.

    "Well, I'm not driving back into town until Sunday night," he said.
"I'll show you where my place is on a map, then you can hoof it back to
your girlfriends whenever you feel like it. But until you leave, you'll do
what I tell you to do."

    I didn't like where this was going, but I didn't know what to do about
it. I could jump out of the truck. I could try to get him to pull over
again, and then jump out. Or I could wait and see. "Do you promise that I
can leave any time I want to?" I asked.

    He grinned at me. "Yeah, I wouldn't lock you up on your first visit,"
he said. "You can leave any time you want. But if you want me to drive you
back to town, that won't happen until Sunday night."

    Neither of us spoke much after that, until we got to Leo's house.
Judging from his truck, I had expected a shack, but it was a large
two-story house. His property was also large, it was at least a quarter of
a mile from the start of his driveway to the house. The house was well
screened by trees and shrubbery, I couldn't see it until we were half way
up the driveway.

    Leo stopped the truck in front of a two-car garage, next to a nice
looking sports car. "Who else is here?" I asked.

    "Nobody," he said, "I told you you'd be alone with me." He turned off
the engine, gathered up my coat and sweater, then opened the door on his
side and got out of the truck. "Let's go in," he said. I started to ask for
my sweater, I didn't want to get out of the warm truck wearing nothing
above my waist but a bra. But I decided he probably wouldn't give me the
sweater if I asked, so I opened the door and got out. As soon as I closed
the door on my side, Leo threw my coat and sweater back into the truck and
closed the door on his side. I immediately tried to open my door again, but
it was locked. I looked over at Leo, and he grinned. "You'll get them back
Sunday night," he said.

    "You said I could leave any time I wanted to," I said. I was trying to
sound angry, but there was a tremble in my voice that betrayed my fear.

    "And you can," he answered, walking toward the house. He unlocked a
door at the side of the house, then opened it and turned to face me. I was
already feeling the cold, but I stood by the side of the truck and told him
I wasn't moving until he gave me back my clothes. He shrugged, went into
the house, and closed the door.

    I was afraid and angry, angry not only at Leo, but also at myself for
getting into the fix I was in. My choices were limited. I could go into the
house, or I could start walking back toward town, half naked and with no
coat, on a very cold night. I briefly considered finding a rock or
something, to break out the truck's window and retrieve my clothes, but
something told me I didn't want to know how Leo would react to that.

    After stamping my feet in frustration, I went to the door and tried the
handle. The way Leo had been manipulating me, I was sure the door would be
locked, but I was wrong. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and went
inside.

    It was a combination of laundry and utility storage room. No Leo. I
closed the door and stood waiting, then after a few moments I decided to
try the next room, which was the kitchen. Still no Leo.

    I roamed around the downstairs for several minutes, quietly exploring.
I was tense, expecting Leo to leap out at me at any moment, but he wasn't
there. The house was a little messy, but clean and well furnished, in
further contrast with his truck. After the kitchen, there was a dining
room, then a living room with a huge leather couch facing a big fireplace,
next to that a rec room with another leather couch, surround-sound speakers
and a wide-screen TV, a large bathroom, and finally a messy office with a
large black safe on wheels and a huge wooden desk. A computer and a wide
flat-screen monitor sat on the desk. Connecting the rooms was a hallway
with several locked doors, and one metal door that didn't seem to have a
handle.

    In the hallway between the dining room and living room, there was a
staircase to the second floor. I'd seen everything there was to see
downstairs, so I went up. Climbing slowly, I kept my eyes on the top of the
stairs, expecting to see Leo at any second; but when I reached the second
floor landing I was still alone.

    I was still very tense, but my fear and anger were slowly dissipating,
replaced mostly with annoyance. I had asked Leo to take me with him because
he was an attractive guy, and I wanted to fuck him. I figured he could show
me a lot; but whatever this stupid game was, I didn't like it.

    The upstairs landing was at one end of a hallway. There were doors on
either side, all closed, and one open door at the far end. I could tell it
was a bedroom, and I assumed Leo was waiting for me in there, so I walked
down the hall and through the door. It was a large, well furnished bedroom
with a king-size bed. There was a walk-in closet on one side of the room,
and an open door on the other side. The door led into a bathroom, I could
see the white tile floor.

    On impulse, I walked to the closet and looked in. Leo had a nice
wardrobe, and there weren't any women's clothes. I pulled a shirt off of a
hanger and put it on, buttoning a few buttons to hold it closed over my
bra.

    As I came out of the closet, I saw myself reflected in a large, full
length mirror on the opposite wall. Just then I heard a distinctly human
guttural sound, accompanied by the splash of something dropping into water.
I smiled, knowing that I had found him, and knowing what he was doing.
"Leo?" I called.

    "Glad you decided to come in," Leo answered from the bathroom. "I'm
taking a crap, I'll be out in a minute... unless you want to come in and
give me a hand."

    Crude, I thought. Ignoring his offer, I began looking around the
bedroom. One of the first things that caught my eye was a photo on a
night-stand beside the bed. It was a formal portrait of Leo and a beautiful
woman. It was probably taken a few years earlier, Leo looked a little
younger in the photo. He was wearing a suit, and the woman wore a sleek,
low-cut black dress. She had a very pretty face, thick, shoulder length
blonde hair, and a terrific figure. I wondered what Leo would want with
someone like me, if he had her.

    "Who's the woman in the picture?" I called to the bathroom door.

    After a pause, Leo said, "That's Anne. You'll meet her eventually."

    "Does she live here?" I asked.

    "No, she used to, but we split up," he said.

    I looked around some more. "What's Leo short for?" I asked him, trying
to keep the conversation going. "Leonard? Leopold? Leo the Lion?"

    He laughed. I could tell he was finishing up in the bathroom. "It's not
short for anything," he said over the sounds of running water. "My first
name's Lee and my middle initial is O. Everybody always called me Leo, so
finally I started going by Leo instead of Lee."

    "Ok, what's the O stand for? Overbearing? Obnoxious?"

    He laughed again. "If you can guess what the O stands for, I'll do
anything you ask for the rest of the weekend. But if you guess and you're
wrong, you'll stop resisting me, and do anything I ask for the rest of the
weekend. OK?"

    "Those aren't the kind of games that interest me, Leo." I said.

    He came out of the bathroom, a smile on his face. But the smile
disappeared when he saw me wearing his shirt. "Take it off, right now," he
said.

    "Fine, give me back my sweater and coat," I countered.

    "My house, my rules," he said. "Take the shirt off or leave." I stood
looking at him. A long moment passed, then he said, "Are you going to make
me throw you out of the house?"

    As I began unbuttoning the shirt, I asked, "Why are you doing this?
Can't we just have some fun, why do you have to make it so difficult?"

    After I took the shirt off and dropped it to the floor, he walked up to
me. As he raised his hands, I thought he was going to put them on my
breasts, but instead he grasped my bare shoulders. It was the first time we
had touched. Looking into my eyes, he said almost tenderly, "You didn't
just come here for a fuck. You wanted to experience things you've never
experienced before. Stop resisting me, and I'll show them to you."

    After a pause, I nodded. He smiled, kissed me tenderly on my lips, then
let go of my shoulders and took a step back. "Now the jeans," he said.

    What could I do, I had just agreed not to resist him. I sat in a nearby
chair and took off my shoes, then stood and peeled off the jeans. Holding
them out to Leo, I looked into his eyes and asked, "Now the bra and
panties?"

    He took my jeans in one hand, then held out his other hand to me. I put
my hand in his, and he started leading me out of the bedroom. "You need a
drink," was all he said.

    Leo led me downstairs, and then into the office I had seen on my solo
tour. He put my jeans on top of the old safe. "Wait here, I'm going to get
your clothes from the truck," he said. I smiled and said Ok, thinking he
had decided to stop being an asshole. He was back in a minute, and he had
my sweater and coat. I smiled at him again, but then he took my jeans,
opened the door to the safe, and put all of my clothes inside. Then he
closed the door, locked it, and spun the combination dial. Smiling at me,
he said, "I'll open it Sunday night."

    Looking down at the front of the safe, I didn't know what to say or
think, it was the strangest situation I'd ever been in. For the first time,
I noticed the name on the safe door. In large, gold-lettered script, it
read, "Acme Strongbox Co." In spite of my predicament, I smiled. Looking at
Leo, I said, "I get it now, I'm the Roadrunner and you're the Coyote."

    Leo didn't know what I meant, until he finally got the "Acme"
connection. Smiling, he said, "Don't worry, I'll only eat your pussy." He
kissed my cheek, then led me by my hand to the living room. After I sat on
the couch, Leo picked up some kind of remote control from the coffee table
and pressed a button. The fireplace came to life, looking for all the world
like a real wood fire. Seeing my pleased reaction, he tossed me the remote
control. "Play with it while I get us some drinks," he said. He walked over
to a bar in the corner of the room, then looked back at me. "Do you want a
glass of wine, or a lite beer?"

    "Don't you have any real beer?" I asked.

    "Yes, I do," he answered, "but I don't want you drinking any until we
get your weight down where it should be. Regular beer has too many
calories."

    "You're certifiable, Leo," I said. "It sounds like you want to take
control of my life, but that isn't going to happen."

    He came back and sat down beside me, then handed me a glass of beer. It
wasn't bad, but I could tell it was low calorie. Leo had a glass of red
wine for himself. After taking a sip of wine, he turned and looked at me,
then said, "Let me tell you what is going to happen, Becky. We're going to
have a fun weekend, with lots of sex. You're going to do whatever I tell
you to do, and I'm going to show you things you've never imagined. Then I'm
going to take you back to school Sunday night. If you choose to never come
here again, that will be the end of it. But, if you agree to come back here
again next weekend, that will mean you enjoyed being under my control and
you want more, and then I'll take control of your life. Is that clear
enough?"

    "Sounds like you're trying to make sure I don't come back," I said. Leo
ignored that, and instead started asking me questions about school, like
what I was studying and why, stuff like that. When he stopped being a jerk,
he had a charm and an easy way of making conversation, and soon I was
telling him my life's story. I told him about my home life with my parents.
They weren't bad parents, and I wasn't a bad kid, we just didn't get along.
Once I had gotten away from them, I knew I didn't want to go back, and I
had spent all of my breaks and vacations at the school, even Christmas. I
told him I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, I was still trying
to figure it out. Looking back at it, knowing what I know now, everything I
told Leo about myself just confirmed to him that I was the one he was
looking for. But at the time, I was happy pouring my guts out to him,
because he was such a damned good listener.

    We talked for a long time. I had switched to white wine after one lite
beer, and both of us had drank several glasses. After a short lull in the
conversation, Leo said, "I think it's time for you to show me your tits."
He had shown me that it was pointless to argue with him; and besides, I
really didn't care any more, I was feeling mellow and getting anxious for
the fucking to start. I reached behind my back with both hands and
unfastened the bra, then let it slide down my arms and laid it on the
couch.

    "Sit up straight," was the first thing he said. I straightened my
posture, put my hands beside me on the couch, and sat with my head
straight, looking at the fire in the fireplace. He looked at me silently
for what seemed like a long time. Finally he said, "They do sag more that
they should for someone your age, but they're still very attractive. After
I get you into shape, even you will think they're beautiful.

    I turned my head and looked at him. "Is that the truth?" I asked.

    He answered me immediately, and he seemed totally sincere. "It's the
truth." I smiled at him, and then he said, "Stand up and take your panties
off." I asked him if I could wait until we were in the bedroom, but he just
looked at me. I knew I was going to do it, so what was the point of
objecting? I sighed, then stood up. After taking a deep breath, I slid my
panties down my legs, grabbed them off of my foot, and dropped them on the
couch with the bra.

    "Turn and face me," Leo said. I did as he said, and again he looked at
me silently for a long time. I could feel myself blushing, but I stood
still and let him have his look. I kept my eyes lowered, looking at the
tops of my breasts, but I couldn't help stealing glances at Leo. He seemed
to like what he was looking at, I could see a bulge growing in his pants.
"Nice to know you don't dye your hair," he finally said, "but the pubes
will have to go."

    "What? No!," I said. "I'm not shaving my pussy, Leo, for you or anyone
else."

    "No, problem," he said, "I'll do it for you. Tomorrow after breakfast."
He got off the couch and offered me his hand. I wasn't finished arguing
about my pubic hair, but Leo obviously was, I put my hand in his. I was
expecting him to take me upstairs, but instead we went to the rec room.
Leaving me standing in an area of the room that was finished with hardwood
flooring rather than carpet, he went to the entertainment system and
punched a few buttons. Dance music began playing. "May I have the next
dance?" he asked as he returned to me. I put my hand in his, my other arm
over his shoulder, and he pulled me close to him.

    We danced silently for a few minutes. Any of the boys I knew would have
been groping my naked, available body, but Leo just held me and danced. I
raised my head from his shoulder and looked at his face. "Is there a reason
why I'm completely naked and you're completely dressed?" I asked.

    He smiled at me. "I already told you. My house, my rules. That's the
answer to all of your questions that start with Why."

    "Ok, then here's one that doesn't start with Why. When are we going
back upstairs?"

    "When I'm ready," he answered, and pulled me closer to him.

    I could feel his boner pressing against my belly. "It feels like you're
ready now."

    Leo tightened his arm at my waist. "Soon," he said. "You're a good
dancer, let's not talk for awhile."

    We danced in silence for perhaps another ten minutes. Then Leo stopped
and took his arm from around my waist, put a hand to either side of my
face, and kissed me tenderly on my lips. I responded, and soon the kiss
became pretty steamy, with lots of tongue and saliva. I had both arms
around his neck, and his hands were roaming up and down my sides and hips,
and then over my breasts and down my belly. Then he pulled his lips away
from mine, gently pulled my arms from around his neck, and took both of my
hands in his. Our eyes met, he smiled, and we both turned and walked toward
the stairs together.

    As we climbed the stairs, Leo put his hand on the small of my back,
then immediately slid it down and began lightly caressing my ass. When I
looked over at him, he asked, "Have you ever been fucked in your ass?"

    "No, and I'm not going to be," I said. "I was just beginning to feel
comfortable with you, why did you have to say that?"

    He ignored my question completely. "We'll save that experience for
later in the weekend, after you've loosened up a little."

    I stopped on the stairs and turned to him. "You have to listen to me,
Leo, you're not going to do things to me that I don't want you to do.
You're not shaving my pussy, and you're not fucking me in my ass."

    "You can leave any time you want," he said, then he took my hand and
started up the stairs again.

    Leo led me to the center of the bedroom before letting go of my hand.
Turning to face me, he said, "You may undress me now."

    That really got to me, more than all of the previous bullshit I had
heard from Leo. It sounded like he was giving me an imperial command, like
an emperor talking to a servant. That's how it seemed then, now I know it
was the first command from a Master to his slave. I said, "Are you serious?
How about you undress yourself, and I'll watch."

    Leo looked at me for a long moment. "You've done everything I've told
you to do," he said, "and we both know you're going to continue doing what
I say, because it's really cold outside and because you like the way I'm
treating you. So why do you have to put on a show of defiance every time?
It's just a waste of time." He paused, then said, "You were complaining
that I was dressed while you were naked, now come here and do something
about it."

    He gave me an out, and I eagerly took it. I would undress him because I
wanted him naked like I was, not because he had commanded me to. I walked
up to him and began unbuttoning his shirt.

    I had worked down on the fourth button of his shirt when Leo said,
"It's customary to kiss the skin frequently as you unveil it." I wanted to
tell him he could kiss my ass; but what he said was right, we both knew I
was going to do whatever he wanted. I swallowed my pride, opened his shirt
as wide as the remaining buttons would allow, then leaned forward and
tenderly kissed his chest just above each nipple.

    After I straightened up, I was too embarrassed to look into his eyes,
but I asked him quietly, "How was that?"

    He put his curled fingers under my chin and applied gentle pressure
until I raised my eyes to his. "It was a very good start," he said, then he
kissed me on my lips. I'd never been kissed like that, I felt it all the
way to my pussy, and I thought for a moment that my knees would buckle. I
didn't cum, but I was very close, a touch would have sent me over. While
his lips were still on mine I made a sound, something between a sigh and a
whimper, and I could feel the tension change in Leo's lips as he smiled.
When he finally pulled his lips away from mine, he whispered, "See what you
get when you obey?" I couldn't speak, I just nodded.

    Leo looked at me in silence for what seemed like a long time. Then he
slowly moved a hand to my breast and began tracing it's curves with his
fingers, following the surface across the top, down the sides, and back
across the lower surface. A moment later he did the same thing to my other
breast. Watching his fingers roam over my skin, I was beginning to tremble,
and I was taking shallow, rapid breaths. "They really are beautiful," he
said softly. I was afraid I was going to cry, though I wasn't sure why.
"You've come a long way this evening, Becky," Leo said, "if you'll be so
kind as to remove my shoes, I can finish undressing myself, and then I'll
take you to bed." I looked up at him and nodded.

    Taking my hand in his, Leo led me to a nearby chair. He sat down, then
pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him and said, "Kneel." As I sank
to my knees, he let my hand slip out of his. When I was on my knees, my ass
resting on my heels, he raised his feet from the floor and rested one foot
on each of my thighs. By that time I was beyond protesting anything he did,
I could only hope that he was telling the truth about taking me to bed, and
that his shoes on my bare skin would be the evening's final humiliation.

    I untied the laces on each of Leo's shoes, and then he raised one foot
at a time so I could remove the shoe. When both shoes were off, I began
removing his socks, and when his feet were bare I remained still and
waited. Leo waited too, his feet resting on my thighs. I couldn't make
myself look up at him, but I could feel his eyes on me, and I knew what we
were both waiting for. Finally, I took his left foot in both my hands,
raised it off of my thigh as I lowered my head, and kissed his foot. After
lowering the foot back onto my thigh, I did the same thing to his right
foot.

    "Look at me," Leo said. I raised my eyes and looked at him. I could
tell he was pleased with what I had done. "Do you need to use the toilet
before I take you to bed?" he asked. I nodded. "Go ahead, I'll join you
after I've undressed," he said, then he lifted his feet from my thighs and
rested them on the floor. I stood and walked into the bathroom, then
automatically began to close the door. "Leave the door open," he said.

    I didn't know if I was supposed to wait for Leo or not, but I had to
pee very badly, so I sat on the toilet and began. A few moments later Leo
came in, naked, his stiff cock waving back and forth as he walked. Leo's
cock was bigger in diameter than the largest one I had ever seen, but it
wasn't big enough to scare me. As he neared me, I imagined that he would
walk right up to me and shove it into my mouth. Instead, he knelt on the
floor at my feet, took my hands in his and kissed each one, then held my
hands and looked into my eyes until I whispered that I was finished peeing.

    Leo let go of my hands and stood up. I sat looking up at him until
finally he told me to wipe myself. There wasn't any resistance left in me,
I did what he told me while he looked on. After I had washed and dried my
hands, he said, "Go lie on he bed, on your back, with your legs spread."

    "Yes, Leo," I said as I walked past him.

    He took hold of my upper arm, and I stopped and looked at him. "Why did
you say that?" he asked. I asked him what he meant, so he clarified. "Why
did you say 'Yes, Leo' when I told you to get on the bed?"

    "I don't know, Leo, was that the wrong thing to say?" I was beginning
to think he was never going to fuck me, he'd just keep me jumping through
hoops all night long. Couldn't he see that he'd won? What more could he
want from me?

    "No, Becky, it was exactly the right thing to say," he answered with a
smile. "I like hearing my name on your lips. From now on, I want you to use
my name every time you say anything to me. And whenever I tell you to do
something, I want you to answer, 'Yes, Leo'. Is that clear?"

    "Yes, Leo," I said, and his smile widened. "Will you please fuck me
now, Leo?" I asked. He kissed me on the cheek, then put his hand on my ass
and gently pushed me out the door into the bedroom.

    I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself as Leo had told me. As he
knelt between my legs, he said, "I want you to understand what I can do to
you, Becky, so your first orgasm will be free, all you have to do is relax
and enjoy it. After that, we're going to fuck all night, but I'm going to
ration your orgasms based on how well you please me. Is that clear?"

    Looking up at Leo, I said, "Yes, Leo, it's perfectly clear. I'll try my
best to please you."

    Leo was kneeling between my legs. As he was bending down, just before
he put his mouth on my pussy, he said, "I know you will."

    Before my first night with Leo, I'd only had one boy go down on me, and
he didn't know what he was doing. Leo knew exactly what he was doing, he
had me ready to cum within two minutes; but just as I was about to go over
the edge, he took his mouth away. "Please, Leo, I was about to cum," I
whined.

    Leo said, "You'll cum when I want you to cum. Now be quiet and enjoy
it." He went to work on me again, more slowly than before. It took me a few
more minutes, then I was back at the brink. Again he stopped, and I
couldn't help whimpering in frustration.

    Leo tormented me like that for about half an hour, telling me to shut
up when I complained or begged, and then finally he said, "You'll cum now,
Becky," and buried his tongue in me. A moment later, the orgasm hit me
suddenly. I screamed and arched my back upward, causing Leo to momentarily
lose contact with my pussy, but he immediately grasped my hips with his
hands and pushed his face against my crotch, forcing me back down onto the
bed. He kept up the stimulation, rapidly alternating his tongue between my
clit and the inside of my pussy, and I kept coming. And coming, and coming,
and coming.

    Eventually Leo pulled his mouth away from my pussy, gave it a final
kiss, then raised up and looked at me. I was dazed, still having small
tremors, but I noticed that he had something all over his face. "What's
that," I asked.

    "You squirted," he said with a smile.

    "What does that mean? I never squirted before."

    "It means you enjoyed it."

    I smiled back at him. "That I did, Leo."

    "That was the biggest orgasm you ever had, wasn't it?" he asked. He
already knew the answer.

    "Yes, Leo, the biggest by far. Thank you," I said sincerely.

    "You can have more, but you'll have to work hard for them," he said.
Flopping on the bed beside me, on his back, he said, "Show me how you suck
cock."

    I was afraid to tell Leo that I'd never had a cock in my mouth. A few
boys had timidly asked me to do that for them, and I had always refused. I
got to my knees and moved between Leo's legs, then looked down at his stiff
cock. There was a drop of some liquid on the tip of his cock, which I
carefully transferred to a finger and wiped on the bed-sheet.

    "What the fuck are you doing?" Leo said. I told him there was some pee
or something on his cock, and I had wiped it off. "That's pre-cum you
idiot," he said, "and it goes in your mouth, not on the sheets."

    "I'm sorry, Leo," I said. I took a deep breath, then confessed, "Leo,
I've never sucked a cock before. I've never really done anything, except
let boys lie on top of me and fuck me."

    After a moment, he smiled. "You're practically a virgin," he said. My
face felt warm, I knew I was blushing. He looked up at me for a moment,
then he asked, "How many times in your life have you cum?"

    "Lots of times," I said.

    He grinned at me. "And how many of those times have been while you had
a boy lying on top of you, fucking you?"

    I was busted, and we both knew it. I couldn't meet his gaze, I was too
embarrassed. "Twice," I said softly.

    He pointed to a small table across the room. "Clean off that table," he
said, "then bend over it and wait."

    I stayed still, looking at him. "Don't make me tell you twice," he
said.

    "Yes, Leo," I said, as I got off the bed. After clearing off the table,
I pressed my thighs against the edge and then bent over until my torso
rested on the table. My toes barely touched the ground, and my head hung
over the end of the table. It was pretty uncomfortable. I didn't know what
to do with my arms, but Leo soon fixed that. Coming up behind me, he took
one of my wrists and pulled the arm behind my back, then I felt cold metal
and heard a clicking sound. He did the same with my other arm, and then I
found that my wrists were fastened together behind my back. I was
handcuffed.

    Leo said, "I don't think you're going to have any more orgasms tonight,
Becky, you don't have the skills it takes to earn one. He grasped my hips
with his hands, then quickly pushed his cock all the way into my pussy. It
hurt a little, but it would have hurt a lot more if I wasn't still wet from
what he did to me before. "Such a tight, wet pussy, hardly used at all,"
Leo said. He pulled his cock back until it was almost out of me, then he
slammed it into me again. "How does that feel?" he asked.

    "It hurts a little, Leo, but it's Ok," I said. Then I added, "I'm sorry
I'm so inexperienced, Leo. If you don't want to let me cum again, I
understand." I was afraid he was really pissed off at me, I was trying to
calm him down.

    He said, "I'm glad you understand, Becky, your understanding means
everything to me." His voice dripped with sarcasm, I decided that I
shouldn't say any more. He kept pounding me slowly, about one stroke every
few seconds, for a long time. Then he began moving faster, and I began to
feel less pain and more excitement. Soon the pain was gone, and I noticed
that I could feel his cock moving inside me, sliding back and forth along
the walls of my pussy. A little later, it was feeling really good, and I
began to think Leo might let me cum again in spite of what he said, but
then he pulled his cock out of me. I felt my hands being moved farther up
my back, like he was pulling on the link between the two handcuffs. When my
hands were just above the small of my back, I felt Leo's hand pressing down
on me. Then he began spanking my ass, very hard.

    I yelled when he first started spanking me, then I told him to stop. He
ignored my order to stop, and soon I was pleading with him, it really hurt.
It wasn't but a few minutes until the tears started, and soon I was sobbing
so hard I had to stop begging, my ass was on fire. I don't know how long he
spanked me, but then he stopped as suddenly as he had started, and then
plunged his cock back into my pussy and began fucking me again. The sudden
change from extreme pain to mild pleasure was hard for my body to
understand, for a brief period I was moaning with pleasure while still
sobbing from the burning sensations in my ass.

    Leo subjected me to three more cycles of fucking followed by spanking.
I had no words left, all I could do was sob or moan, or sob and moan. The
final time he pulled his cock out of my pussy, I mustered enough strength
to beg him weakly not to spank me again. While I was still begging, he
walked around to my other end and took my head in his hands. He told me to
shut up and open my mouth, then he pushed his cock into my mouth, all the
way to the back of my throat.

    "Don't try to do anything, just squeeze your lips around my cock," he
said. Holding my head firmly, he proceeded to fuck my mouth for a few
minutes, and then he came. I wasn't prepared for the sudden spurts of
fluid, I choked on his cum, then snorted some of it up my nose. Leo pulled
his cock out of my mouth, then stood and watched while I coughed and
snorted. I could feel his cum running down my chin. When my coughing
subsided, Leo asked, "Are you Ok?"

    "Yes, Leo, may I stand up now?" I asked softly.

    He laughed. "No, you're going to be there for quite awhile," he said,
"your evening is just getting started." I heard him walk across the room
and open a drawer, then he came back. I felt something hard pressing on my
pussy, then it slipped into me. It felt almost as big as Leo's cock, but it
was hard and slick, like plastic. Then he did something to it and it began
vibrating softly. "You'll be very sorry if you let that slip out," he said,
then he went into the bathroom.

    I heard Leo peeing in the bathroom. I knew I could stand up if I wanted
to, but I was afraid of what he would do. I tried to relax on the table,
and then I became aware of the effect the buzzing thing inside me was
having. I wanted very badly to cum, and the buzzing was definitely helping
me in that direction, but only a little. I began trying to squeeze the
muscles in my vaginal walls, but then I felt the device starting to slide
out. I immediately relaxed, and the movement seemed to stop.

    Leo came back into the room and stood behind me. "I see you've been
squeezing," he said. "A few more squeezes, and the dildo would be on the
floor and Becky would be in trouble." He did something to the dildo, and
the vibrations became much stronger, then he began sliding it rapidly in
and out of my pussy. Soon I was panting and moaning, and I began to feel
the onset of an orgasm. Just then Leo turned the vibration back to the low
setting and stopped moving the dildo. I cried out in frustration. He said,
"You'll never get off with the vibrator at the low setting, but it will
keep you hot, just like I want you."

    I heard Leo walk out of the room, and I did my best to relax on the
table and ignore the vibrating dildo in my pussy and the feel of my juices
slowly running down the insides of my thighs. In a few minutes Leo
returned. He pulled a chair around in front of me and sat down, holding a
beer in one hand and a sandwich in the other. I looked down at the floor,
not wanting to watch him eat and drink while I was so frustrated, but he
told me to look at him and keep looking at him. I looked up at him and
asked, "Why are you doing this to me, Leo?"

    He looked at me while chewing a bite of sandwich, then he took a swig
of beer. "Because you're just one step removed from a virgin," he said,
"and because you came here under false pretenses, like you were experienced
and knew what you were doing. Since you don't know how to fuck, I'm going
to spend the rest of the night playing with you, just for fun."

    "Why don't you teach me how to fuck, Leo?" I asked. "Show me how to
fuck the way you like it. Show me how to suck your cock. I want to learn, I
want to please you, won't you help me?"

    He looked at me for a long time. Finally he said, "Remember those
things you weren't going to let me do to you? How do you feel about that
now? How much do you want to please me?"

    "Please, Leo, don't make me do those things," I begged. He shrugged and
took another swig of beer, then he just sat looking at me.

    I swallowed hard. "Leo," I said softly, "will you please shave my pussy
... and fuck my ass?"

    "Yes I will, Becky, thanks for asking," he said, then he took another
bite of his sandwich. We didn't speak again until he finished his sandwich
and beer. I watched him the whole time, as he had told me to do. Finally he
said, "Since you're conveniently positioned, I'll fuck your ass right now.
We'll still wait until tomorrow to shave your pussy."

    I tried to smile, but I doubt it was a convincing smile. "Thank you,
Leo," I whispered.

    Leo put his beer bottle on the floor, then stood up and walked around
behind me. "Your ass is barely pink," he said, "I think it's time for
another spanking. What do you think, Becky?"

    I wanted another spanking even less than I wanted him to fuck me in the
ass. Taking a deep breath, I said, "Whatever you want, Leo."

    He ran his hand lightly over both cheeks of my ass. It felt wonderful.
"I think you finally get it Becky, you've earned a pass on the spanking ...
for now." He pulled me up by my handcuffs until I was standing. Pushing me
toward the bathroom, he said, "Let's get you cleaned out, then your ass and
my cock have a date." I was having trouble walking with the large vibrating
dildo in my pussy, I was afraid it would fall out. As I slowly waddled
toward the bathroom, Leo slapped me hard on my ass, and sure enough the
dildo fell out on the floor.

    I didn't know what Leo would do, but I was pretty sure he'd do
something. I tried damage control. "I'm so sorry, Leo," I said. "Please put
it back in me, I promise I won't let it fall out again."

    "It's Ok, you just need practice," Leo said. He left me standing while
he went to the chair where his he had dropped his clothes. He put on his
shirt, pants and shoes, then got his coat out of the closet and put it on.
Returning to me, he picked up the dildo and switched it off. Taking me by
my upper arm, he said, "Come on," and walked toward the door.

    "What are we going to do now, Leo," I asked softly.

    "Practice," he said. He led me out of the bedroom, down the hall to the
stairs, then downstairs and to the laundry room where I had first entered
his house. I was sure I was going to hate practice. He stopped me at the
outside door, then turned the dildo on and slowly pushed it back into my
pussy. "One lap around the house and the garage," he said. Then he added,
"Of course, we'll have to do it again if the dildo falls out."

    "Please, Leo, not outside," I begged. "It's too cold outside. can't we
practice in the house? I won't let it fall out again. I swear I won't."

    "I hope you're right about that," he said, then he opened the outside
door. I felt the cold blast of air on my naked skin, and I turned to Leo
and begged him not to make me go outside. He held his hand up in front of
my face, and he was holding a small black whip. It was very thin, about a
foot and a half long, and it seemed to be covered with black leather.
Lowering his hand, he slashed the whip across my ass one time. I felt a
terrible burning, and then it just kept growing more intense. "That will
keep your mind off the cold, now get outside and start your practice."

    Tears came to my eyes from the intense pain. I walked through the door,
trying to forget the pain and the cold and concentrate on keeping the dildo
in my pussy. I could see my breath in the cold air. "Turn right and start
walking around the house," Leo said, as he struck my ass again with the
whip. I started crying, but I also started walking as quickly as I could.
Immediately I had a new problem, the walkway around Leo's house was gravel,
and I was barefoot. As soon as I stopped from the pain in my feet, he hit
me again with the whip, and I started walking again. The pain of the whip
was much worse than anything else, but the pain in my feet was
excruciating, and I was beginning to shiver from the cold. I tried very
hard to tune out everything and concentrate on holding the dildo, and I
walked as fast as I could.

    I had walked nearly the length of the house, and Leo must have been
satisfied with my progress, because he hadn't hit me again with the whip. I
guess I allowed myself to become distracted by my misery, because I felt
the dildo starting to move. "Oh, God, it's slipping," I cried.

    "Stop," Leo said, and I immediately stopped. I was shivering badly, but
I stood as still as possible. "Use your muscles, you can pull it back in as
well as you can push it out. You'd better learn how quickly, because you're
going to be out here until you carry it all the was around the house and
garage."

    I tried to do what he said, but when I tried to use my muscles I felt
the dildo slide out a little more, so I stopped. I couldn't help sobbing.
Leo walked around in front of me and put a finger on the end of the dildo.
"I won't let it fall out," he said, "you figure out how to pull it back
into your pussy."

    I looked up at him with tears running down my cheeks. I really felt
gratitude, forgetting for the moment that he was the cause of all of my
misery. "Thank you, Leo," I said, as I tried to force a smile. I was
shivering so badly it was hard to concentrate, but I began trying to
control my vaginal muscles to pull the dildo back inside me. After what
seemed like forever, but I guess it was a few minutes, Leo smiled and said
I was doing it, and a few seconds after that I pulled the dildo back into
my pussy.

    Leo walked back behind me and struck me again with the whip, much
lighter than before. "Move," he said, "you're not even a quarter of the way
around yet." I was still cold and in severe pain, but I felt I had
accomplished something. With Leo's help, I had learned how to do what he
required me to do. I knew then that I could make it all the way around, it
was just a matter of putting up with the misery.

    It seemed like an eternity, and I lost count of the times Leo used the
whip on me whenever I slowed down, but finally I made it around the house
and garage, back to the side door I had started from. Through the haze of
my pain and misery, I noticed that the sports car that had been parked
beside Leo's truck wasn't there any more.

    Back inside, Leo told me to go upstairs and into the bathroom. As he
followed me up the stairs, he said, "At least we know now that you can
learn, you just have to be properly motivated."

    I was so grateful to be back in the warm house, I wasn't about to say
anything he wouldn't like. "Yes, Leo. Thank you for your help, Leo," I
said. Leo stopped in the bedroom and began undressing. I stopped when he
did, but he told me to go wait in the bathroom. In the bathroom, Leo turned
me around to face him, then raised my chin until I met his gaze. "How do
you feel?"

    "I'm freezing cold, Leo, my feet and my ass hurt, and I need to cum," I
said. I was still shivering uncontrollably, I kept my mouth open to prevent
my teeth from chattering.

    "Do you want to go home?" he asked.

    "No, Leo. I want you to show me more," I said, surprising myself. "I
want you to teach me how to fuck you and suck you the way you like, even if
you won't let me cum... I'm very sorry I misled you, Leo."

    Leo flashed a big smile. He kissed me tenderly on my lips, then said,
"Lie on the floor, on your side. A nice, soapy enema will warm you up."

    It was difficult to lie down, with my arms handcuffed behind my back,
my ass on fire, and the vibrating dildo in my pussy, but I managed. Leo was
at the basin, preparing my enema. He glanced down at me and said, "Tomorrow
I'll show you how to give yourself an enema. You'll be getting them
frequently, I plan to make full use of your ass."

    "Will it hurt, Leo?" I asked.

    "I assume you mean the ass fucking, not the enema," He said, "Yes, it
will hurt, until you learn how to relax and take my cock. Eventually you'll
enjoy it, you'll be required to cum while I'm fucking your ass, when I tell
you to. But you won't be coming this time. In fact, I'm not sure if you'll
cum again this weekend, we'll have to see if your attitude improvement is
for real."

    I didn't like that at all. "Yes, Leo," I said.

    "Is my ass bleeding, Leo?" I asked, as the enema was flowing into me.
As Leo had said, the warm enema fluid was warming me up rapidly, but I
still felt intense pain in my ass.

    "No, I didn't cut you," he answered, "there's just a bunch of red
stripes. They'll fade away in a few days... Would you like a mark across
the upper part of your breasts, so you can admire it? You could wear a
low-cut blouse, and show it off to your girlfriends at school until it
fades."

    I shuddered at the thought of my breasts feeling the pain I felt in my
ass, but the thought of showing Karen and Allie the whip marks on my body
was an intriguing one. "If that's what you want, Leo," I answered softly,
"but I'd rather just look at my ass in a mirror."

    He chuckled. "Ok, that's fine with me."

    Minutes later, Leo said, "Ok, all of the fluid is in. I want you to lie
still until you start to cramp a little. I'm going to remove the dildo
first, then I'll remove the enema fill tube. If you let any fluid leak out
on the floor, you'll clean it up with your tongue, is that clear?"

    "Yes, Leo, I understand." I no longer questioned anything he told me
would happen, I knew he meant everything he said.

    Leo sat on the edge of the bathtub, watching me. When I first felt a
mild cramp, I told him. "We'll wait a while longer," he said. A few minutes
after that I was in considerable pain, and told him so. "Be quiet," he
said. It was about five minutes later that he finally stood up and walked
over to me. "I'll help you stand," he said, "then you'll immediately sit on
the toilet. Don't leak, and don't start shitting until I give you
permission. Either one will get you a punishment you won't like."

    "Yes, Leo," I said, as he stooped to help me up. When I was seated, he
knelt in front of me and rested his palms on my thighs, then looked into my
eyes and asked me how I felt. I told him I was having bad cramps, and it
hurt my ass to sit on the toilet.

    He said, "The cramps will stop in a minute, when I let you start
shitting." Then he smiled. "I think you'd better get used to the tender
ass, your training is going to be difficult... If you choose to come back."

    I lowered my eyes. "I'd like to come back, Leo. Can't you teach me what
you want without whipping me?"

    He raised my chin until I looked at him again, then he said, "You know
the answer to that. We'd still be outside, and you'd be approaching
hypothermia by now, if I hadn't used the whip on you... If you could snap
your fingers right now, and have the pain disappear, would you do it?"

    Oh, God. He knew the answer before he asked, but I had to hear the
question first. "No, Leo," I whispered. It wasn't that I enjoyed the pain,
I didn't like it at all. What I liked was accepting the pain, and dealing
with it, because that's what Leo wanted from me. I still feel that way now,
I live with pain every day, because that's what Anne and Leo expect of me,
but I don't like it.

    Leo kissed me, and then told me to release the enema. Then he laughed
at my embarrassment when I started shitting. When I had expelled all of the
soapy enema, he helped me back onto the floor, and then we did the whole
thing over with plain water, a little cooler than the soapy water was. When
that was gone, he cleaned me with toilet paper then stood me up. I couldn't
help groaning when he turned on the dildo at the low setting and pushed it
back into my pussy. "Back to the table, Becky," Leo said, then swatted me
hard on my ass as I walked out the bathroom door. That time I didn't drop
the dildo.

    I went to the table and bent over it. I heard Leo walking to the
general area of the room where he had gotten the dildo earlier. He came
back with some hardware, and set it on the table beside my waist. "Stand
up," he said, and I straightened up. I saw two shiny metallic gadgets in
his hand, and asked him what they were. "Think of it as jewelry," he said,
"earrings, only for your nipples." He put one on my left nipple, then
tightened it until I felt a little pain. When he let go of it, I felt its
weight but very little pain. He put the other one on my right nipple, then
pushed me down onto the table again.

    Leo was messing with some of the other equipment, then I felt something
cold on my anus, it made me jump. "I assume you'd like some lubrication,"
Leo said, "but we could try it dry if you'd prefer," he said.

    "Yes, Leo, I'd like it with lubrication, thank you," I answered. He
smeared the stuff on and around my sphincter, then unceremoniously pushed a
finger into my ass. I gasped at the surprise, but I was pleased that there
was almost no pain.

    "Don't expect this kind of pampering all the time," Leo said. "Since
you're a virgin, I'm going to loosen you up a little. In the future, when I
want to fuck you, I'll just fuck you. It's up to you to accommodate me."

    "Yes, Leo, thank you," I said. I was beginning to feel a little pain
from the nipple clamps, probably because my breasts were pressed hard onto
the table top. I told Leo, but he ignored me.

    Leo fucked my ass with his finger for a few minutes, then he pulled the
finger out and inserted two fingers. It felt like he was not only pushing
his fingers in and out, but he was also rotating them in my asshole. That
hurt for a few moments, but then the pain faded. What he was doing felt
good in a strange way, but it was hard for me to imagine that I could cum
from that, even with the buzzing dildo in my pussy.

    In another few minutes, Leo pulled his fingers out. "Now we'll try a
medium dildo," he told me, "it's about two thirds the diameter of my cock.
Once you get used to that, you get the real thing."

    "Yes, Leo," I said. "Leo, my nipples are really starting to hurt."

    He said, "I heard you the first time, Becky. Believe it or not, I knew
your nipples would hurt when I put the clips on them, you really don't have
to keep telling me about it. If you mention it again, I'm going to tighten
them."

    "Yes, Leo," I said softly. I braced myself for more pain when he put
the dildo in, but he had greased it up well. He had a little trouble
forcing my sphincter open with the rounded head of the dildo, but once I
relaxed enough it slid right in. He told me I was doing very well. He
stroked the dildo in and out for a few minutes, and I was beginning to
enjoy it. Then he stopped and walked away, leaving the dildo in my ass, and
in a minute he returned and stood a few feet behind me.

    Leo was tinkering with something, I didn't know what. Finally he said,
"Don't move your body, Becky, but turn your head and look at me." With some
difficulty I turned my head around, and he took my picture with a flash
camera. He said, "Don't worry, Becky, this picture is just for you, I'll
print it for you before you go home. It shows your striped ass, with a
dildo in your ass and one in your pussy." He paused, then asked, "Do you
think you'll show it to your girlfriends?"

    "I don't know, Leo," I said, "maybe." I really didn't know if I'd have
the nerve to show it to Karen and Allie, but I thought I might. In a way, I
was proud of what I was doing, or rather what was being done to me. Sex was
forever changed for me on that table. I would want it, often and in all
varieties, from that time on, and I wouldn't care who knew it.

    Leo put the camera down and returned to stand behind me. "Are you
ready, Becky?"

    "Yes, Leo, I really am ready. I want you to fuck me in my ass, please."

    "Since you've asked so nicely, I'll be happy to fuck your ass, Becky,"
he said. "And since you're being so obedient and cooperative, I'm not going
to pause or stop to prevent you from coming. I'm not going to help you
either, but if you can cum from the vibrator and the ass fucking, please
do."

    I couldn't help grinning. "Thank you, Leo, I want to cum, I'll try very
hard," I said.

    Leo pulled the dildo out of my ass, then applied more lube. The next
thing I felt was his cock pressing against my sphincter, but then he pulled
away. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back toward him a few inches,
causing agony in my nipples as my breasts were dragged across the table
top. I tried to raise up to relieve the pain, but he immediately pushed me
down hard onto the table, and told me I'd be whipped if I raised up again.
Then he told me that my ass was too high, and ordered me to spread my legs
and lower my rear. I did what he said, then I felt his cock press on my
sphincter again. He held it there with moderate pressure, giving me time to
relax and begin to open for him. Soon I could tell that he was starting to
enter me. It hurt quite a bit, but I kept quiet, and within seconds the
pain was fading.

    A few moments later, Leo said, "Here it comes, Becky," and pushed
himself all the way into me. I winced when his belly and thighs pressed
against my tender ass, then smiled realizing that the penetration hurt far
less that the pain I had already suffered from the whip.

    "How does that feel?" he asked.

    "It's fine, Leo," I said. "I'm happy you took my virginity twice, I
only wish I'd saved my pussy for you." He didn't understand what I meant,
until I reminded him that his was the first cock in my mouth, too.

    Leo fucked me for at least an hour, only pausing for a few minutes
right after the two times he came in my ass. I was trying hard to cum
myself, but I couldn't. If it weren't for the agony I was feeling in my
nipples, I think I could have done it. I knew better than to say anything
more about the nipple clips, but I begged Leo several times to turn the
dildo up to a higher setting. He refused. I was grunting and sweating from
the efforts to bring on an orgasm, but to no avail. Finally, Leo said he
was exhausted, and pulled his cock out of my asshole. He patted my cheeks,
causing me to wince, and told me not to move. I was exhausted myself, I
barely croaked out a "Yes, Leo," as he walked into the bathroom. I heard
him pee, then wash his hands, then he came back into the bedroom. He walked
over to what I had assumed was a window, on the wall next to the
floor-length mirror, and pulled open the drapes. It was dawn outside, Leo
had used me all night. Even though I was exhausted from my exertion, I had
never felt sleepy, and I had no idea that so much time had passed.

    Leo cleaned my ass with tissues, then he pulled me up to a standing
position. "Let's get some breakfast," he said, "then I'll shave your pussy
and fuck it, and you'll cum." I was about to ask him if I could sleep for
awhile, but when he said that I could cum I forgot all about sleep. "Yes,
Leo," I answered, with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. He grinned and
took me by my upper arm, and we headed for the stairs.

    As we walked down the hallway, Leo looked down at my nipples. "They
look pretty sore, are they?"

    "Yes, Leo, they hurt like hell," I said.

    He said, "I'll take the clips off when I take you to bed, after your
shave. Can you stand it that long?"

    "Yes, Leo, I'll stand it as long as you want me to," I answered. He
gave me a big smile and a kiss, and told me again that I had come a long
way. I agreed with him.

    Leo took me downstairs and into the kitchen. He led me to a bar stool
and turned me around to face him. He said, "I'm very pleased with your
control over the dildo, Becky. I just want to watch you sit down with it,
to make sure you can keep it from sliding out as you sit. Then I'll turn it
off and take it out."

    "Yes, Leo," I said, "but it's Ok if you want to leave it in me."

    His smile faded. "Yes, Becky, whatever I want to do is Ok, I don't need
your permission."

    I lowered my eyes. "I'm sorry, Leo, that didn't come out the way I
meant. The main thing I've learned since I've been here is that you'll do
whatever you want to do with me, I know that I have no say at all." He told
me to look up, then he smiled and pointed to the stool. I put one foot on
the foot rest and then sat on the stool, careful to control the dildo with
my vaginal muscles. I don't think it moved at all as I sat down.

    "That was excellent, you've mastered that capability," Leo said, as he
switched the dildo off and gently pulled it from my pussy. It had been in
me so long, I felt empty without it. I looked up at Leo, and he read my
mind. He put his palm on my cheek. "I have something to replace it," he
said, "I think you'll like it even better."

    "I know I will, Leo," I said with a smile. Leo told me to sit and watch
while he made breakfast. "May I talk to you while you work, Leo," I asked
as he began getting everything together. He smiled and nodded.

    I didn't know what subjects might be taboo, but I needed to know some
things. Taking a deep breath, I said, "Leo, did you know what I was when we
talked in the Brick?" The Brick was the name of the tavern where we met.

    "The big tits gave it away," he said with a grin. "Oh, you mean the
other thing you are. I suspected. I didn't know for sure until we were in
the truck."

    "When I took off my coat and sweater?"

    "No, when you asked me not to make you take off your bra. I knew then
that you'd do anything I said."

    "What's it called?"

    "You mean what you are?" he asked me. I nodded. "Different things by
different people. Submissive. Bottom, Slave. There are also a lot of
degrading words, like slut, cunt, or bitch, that I rarely use. I might use
them on you occasionally if I think you need to be humiliated, but I don't
think of you that way."

    I said, "Bottom sounds silly. Slave implies that there's a Master. Are
you my Master?"

    "No," he said, "but if you keep coming back, I will be eventually.
Right now I'm just the guy who's using you the way you need to be used. If
you want to think of me as your Trainer, I wouldn't object to that."

    "Can I call myself a Submissive and call you my Trainer?" I asked.

    "Sure, why not?" Leo said. "But don't call me Trainer, call me Leo...
And you're forgetting to use my name when you're talking to me. That's a
punishable offense."

    "I'm sorry, Leo, it won't happen again... I thought it was just
something you asked me to do, Leo, I didn't know it was a rule." He looked
at me silently until I got it, then he waited for me to say out loud what I
had just learned. "If you ask me to do something, Leo, I have to do it." He
smiled and went back to preparing breakfast.

    "How will I learn to cum while you're fucking my ass, Leo?" I asked.

    "That's the beauty of our relationship, Becky," he said with a grin. "I
don't have to know or care how you do it, all I have to do is provide you
the incentive, and you'll figure it out for yourself."

    "What incentive do you mean, Leo?" I asked. Then I got it. "Oh. I
understand, Leo, the same incentive you gave me to walk around the house as
fast as I could."

    "Smart girl," he said.

    I was really worried about asking my next question, but I asked it
anyway. "Leo, whose sports car was parked outside when we got here last
night?"

    He stopped what he was doing and looked at me. "That was Anne's car,"
he said.

    "So she was here last night, when you told me I was alone with you,
Leo?"

    "She was in the basement, she never entered the house. I told you the
truth. I'll always tell you the truth, there's no reason to lie to you."

    "You lied to me when you said I could go home any time, knowing you
were going to lock up my clothes."

    "You forgot the Leo again, that's your last warning," he said. Then he
answered me, "I told you I wouldn't lock you up, I didn't say anything
about your clothes. Besides that, the lock on that safe is broken, it's not
locked. You can get your clothes and leave any time you want to. You always
could, I wouldn't have stopped you."

    Eight hours ago, that would have enraged me. Now, I just smiled. "Let's
leave them in the safe until Sunday night, Leo," I said.

    He smiled back at me. "Training you is going to be fun, Becky."

    I was out of questions for the moment, so I just watched Leo silently.
Soon he had produced two plates of ham, scrambled eggs and toast, with
orange juice to drink, and I realized that I was very hungry. Leo put the
plates on the serving counter, then spun my stool around so I was facing my
plate. I felt him unlocking my handcuffs, then he sat down on the stool
next to mine. "Aren't you going to leave me cuffed, Leo," I asked, "so you
can hand feed me?"

    "Why would I do that?" he asked. "If anyone was going to hand feed
anyone, you'd feed me... You've been reading too much bad pornography."

    "I never read any pornography, Leo," I said, "if I had, I might have
figured out what I was before now." I was rubbing my wrists, there were
wide red marks where the metal cuffs had cut into my skin. Leo picked up my
fork and handed it to me, and I began eating.

    "This is a great breakfast, Leo," I said as I ate. "Don't you drink
coffee, Leo?"

    "Yes, Becky," he said, "I usually have coffee at breakfast, but after I
shave you and then fuck you, we're going to catch a few hour's sleep, and I
don't want you to have any coffee this morning."

    "Yes, Leo," I said.

    We ate in silence for a minute, then Leo said, "One of the reasons you
were handcuffed was to keep your busy little fingers away from your pussy
and your clit. Nothing touches your pussy or clit, or goes in your pussy,
without my say-so. It doesn't matter how badly you need to cum, or how much
your pussy itches, or how badly you need to touch your clit, there will be
no contact between your hands and your pussy or clit unless I order it,
they belong to me. The same goes for your ass and your tits. The punishment
for breaking that rule is that your pussy will be whipped. Now that I've
explained that, I'm assuming that the only reason I'll have to handcuff you
again is simply because I want to, are we clear on that?"

    "I understand, Leo," I said, then asked, "Do your rules apply even when
I'm not here, Leo?"

    He looked over at me. "That's an excellent question, Becky, I'm glad
you asked it." He leaned over and kissed me, then said, "It would be stupid
for me to try to impose rules like that on you when you're not under my
control. You would just break my rules for fun, and that's a very dangerous
habit for you to get into." He paused, then added, "The only rules I'm
going to impose on you when you're at school are that you follow the
exercise plan I'm going to give you, that you begin eating healthier and
drinking less, and that you get good grades. You'll bring me your last
grade transcript if you come back next week, and I'll tell you if you need
to bring up your grades in any of your classes. Other than that, the only
thing I will dictate is how you dress when you meet me to return here. Is
that clear?"

    "Yes, Leo," I said. "I would never have guessed you cared about my
grades, Leo."

    "If you're going to be my responsibility," he said, "I need to be
concerned about your future. Bring me your transcript."

    "Yes, Leo, I will, my GPA is 3.8."

    He smiled. "That will probably be good enough," he said. I leaned over
and kissed him.

    We soon finished with breakfast. Leo said that, since he had messed up
the kitchen, I would clean it up. He sat and watched as I scraped and
rinsed the dishes and utensils, then loaded the dishwasher and started it.
When I was finished, I walked up next to him and stood with my eyes
lowered, waiting for his word. "Are you ready to have your pussy shaved?"
he asked.

    "Yes, Leo, please shave me, and then please fuck me," I said.

    Leo was still sitting on his stool. He reached out his hand and
caressed first my left breast, then my right. I couldn't help cringing when
he brushed my nipples, they were so sore. "I think you've worn your jewelry
long enough, let's remove them," Leo said. I eagerly agreed and thanked
him. He quickly loosened and removed the clips, then he watched me. I
didn't know what he was waiting for, but then the pain in my nipples
rapidly increased to an unbearable level. Tears came into my eyes, and I
looked at Leo for help. He said, "It's caused by the blood rushing back
into your nipples. Try to tune it out, it'll start to fade in a little
while." Tune it out? It wouldn't have hurt any worse if he was holding
lighted matches under my nipples.

    Leo hopped off of his stool and took me by my upper arm. "Time for a
shave," he said, then he pulled me, still crying, toward the stairs. By the
time we got to the bathroom, the pain was starting to fade a little. Leo
backed me up to the dressing counter, then put his hands on my waist and
helped me jump up and sit on the counter. He had me lean back slowly until
my head rested on the mirrored wall at the back of the counter, my ass was
hanging off the edge of the counter a little bit. He raised both of my legs
until they were vertical and spread wide, then told me to grasp my ankles
with my hands and not to let go without permission. I could see that my
crotch was wide open and available to him.

    The edge of the counter was cutting into my lower back, but before I
could complain to Leo about it he noticed it himself. He lifted my ass up
with one hand, then slid a folded towel under me so that it draped over the
edge of the counter. When he lowered me down onto the towel, I felt
pressure from the edge of the counter, but no pain at all. I smiled up at
him, saying, "Thank you, Leo."

    Leo held a wash cloth under hot, steamy water, then wrung it out and
draped it over my pussy and patted it down so it was in full contact over
my whole crotch area. It burned for a few seconds, but then it felt really
good and soothing. Leo got a can of mentholated shaving cream and a
straight razor out of the medicine chest. Opening the razor, he held it up
for me to see. "You want to be very still while I'm using this, Becky," he
said. I agreed.

    "Are you going to leave me a patch, Leo?" I asked as he was lathering
me.

    "No patch for you, Becky," he said, "I want you totally naked."

    "Good, Leo, I think patches look silly," I said. I watched him silently
while he shaved me. He had a look of intense concentration on his face, I
think he was trying very hard not to nick me, and he didn't. Finally he was
finished, he toweled off the remaining shaving cream. Looking down at my
pussy, he smiled and told me it was beautiful. "Please, Leo, may I see," I
asked. He got a hand mirror and held it so I could look. It looked strange
to me, I said, "Do you really like it, Leo?" He said Yes, he really liked
it. "Then please command me to always keep it like this, Leo," I said.

    "You're commanded, make it so," he said with a smile. "This is going to
burn for a few seconds," he said as he squeezed some lotion into the palm
of his hand. It did burn at first, but then it felt cool and soothing. I
felt a tingle in my pussy, I was pretty excited from the incidental contact
Leo had made with my clit during the shave.

    "Do you need to use the toilet?" Leo asked. I shook my head No. "Then
please go into the bedroom and wait by your favorite table."

    "Yes, Leo," I said, jumping down from the counter and walking into the
bedroom. I stopped at the table where I had spent hours being fucked the
previous evening.

    Leo followed me into the bedroom and went to the dresser where he kept
his equipment. My back was to him, so I couldn't see what he was doing, but
I heard him open a drawer and start taking things out. A minute later he
walked up behind me and laid four different kinds of whips on the table. I
couldn't help it, I started trembling when I saw them laying there. Leo put
his hands on my shoulders and tenderly kissed the back of my neck. "These
are a few of the tools I will use to train you, Becky," he said. "You
mustn't fear them, because if you fear them you'll fear me. I'll cause you
pain, because you need it, but I'll never cause you harm. If you ever find
that you're afraid I'll harm you, you must leave me immediately and never
come back, is that clear?"

    "Yes, Leo, if I ever become afraid of you I should leave immediately."

    He kissed my neck again. "Do you see the whip I used on you last night,
Becky?" he asked.

    I looked down at the table, and identified it as the simplest of the
four. "Yes, Leo, I do," I said, my voice weak and trembling.

    "Pick it up and examine it," he said. My hand shook as I reached for
the whip. "Don't be afraid, Becky, pick it up and swing it through the air.
Flex it in your hands, get the feel of the leather covering." I did what
Leo said. I started to relax a little, thinking that I wasn't going to be
whipped, at least not right then.

    Leo walked around to face me while I was examining the whip. "Would you
like to use it on me, to see how it feels to strike my body with it?" he
asked.

    "God no, Leo, I don't want to use it on you," I said. He smiled and
told me this was the only chance I would get. I repeated that I didn't want
to hit him with the whip. He then had me examine the other three whips, one
at a time.

    As I played with each whip, Leo explained its unique features and what
it was good for. I was already very familiar with the simple one, it was a
fantastic motivator and perfect for punishment. Two of the others Leo said
were for mild to medium stimulation, they were designed to sting and
stimulate rather than hurt. One of them looked like the first whip, except
it had a flat leather tab on the end. Leo had me strike myself lightly on
my thigh, and I was relieved that he was right, it only stung. The other
one had a group of tassels at the business end. There were different kinds
of tassels, all bound together. Some looked like string or twine, some like
thin leather strips, and some were plastic. He took it from me and flicked
it several times on my breasts, and again it only gave me a mild sting. The
fourth one was different, Leo called it a single-tail. He didn't
demonstrate it, all he told me was that it was used to wrap around the body
and get into tight places.

    When I finished examining the whips, Leo pointed to the one with the
leather tab and the one with the tassels, and said he would use them on me
while we were in bed fucking. I tensed up again and began trembling, and
then Leo took me in his arms and held me, and repeated to me that I should
stay calm and trust him. It was only when I had stopped shaking that Leo
let me go and kissed me tenderly on my lips.

    Leo said that I must never touch any of my training equipment without
permission, and then he explained how I was to handle them when I was given
permission. Using the whip that had given me the stripes on my ass, he had
me go through the steps of the ritual, as he called it. I was to kiss the
whip after picking it up, and again before putting it down or handing it to
Leo. I was to carry it in my two open hands, with my palms up. When I was
bringing it to Leo, I would drop to my knees in front of him, kiss the
whip, and then raise it to him in my hands. He walked across the room from
me and then commanded me to bring him the whip. As I slowly went through
the steps of the ritual, he corrected me as required. He had me repeat the
ritual three times, each time giving me a mild tap on my breasts with the
whip after I had delivered it to him. Finally, he had me move the two whips
that he wanted to use in bed, from the table they were on to the
night-stand beside his bed. Of course I had to move them one at a time,
kissing them after picking them up and before setting them down.

    Finally, Leo told me that I had done very well. He sent me back to the
bathroom, to fetch the hand mirror and put it on the night-stand next to
the whips. Learning the ritual had taken my mind off of the purpose for the
whips, my fear had faded and I was looking forward to finally getting back
into bed with Leo. When I came out of the bathroom with the mirror, Leo was
lying in bed on his back. I was grinning at him as I carried the mirror to
the night-stand and set it down. "What should I do now, Leo?" I asked.

    Leo held out his hand to me. "Climb on, you're going to drive," he told
me.

    I wasn't sure what he meant. "Should I lie down on top of you, Leo?" I
asked.

    "Straddle my hips with your legs, then impale yourself on my cock," he
said. My grin widened as I climbed onto the bed. "Are you wet?" he asked.

    "I'm not sure, Leo," I said.

    "Well, feel yourself and find out," he said with a slight smile.

    I felt my pussy, dipped a finger inside, then said, "I'm pretty dry,
Leo." I guess the business with the whips was still distracting me.

    "You'll have to learn to start lubricating when you know your pussy is
about to get fucked," he said. "Now go into the bathroom and bring me a
tube of lubricating gel." I got back off of the bed and ran to the
bathroom, then ran back to Leo with the gel. As I was climbing onto the
bed, he opened the gel and put some on his cock.

    When I was poised to lower myself onto Leo, he said, "Just come down
enough to take the head of my cock into your pussy, then stop." I did as he
ordered, using both hands to guide the tip of his cock into my slit. "Now
clasp your hands behind your head, and leave them there until I give you
permission to lower them.

    When I had my hands behind my head, Leo reached over and grabbed the
mirror off of the night-stand. He positioned it on his stomach, angled so
that I could see his cock, from its base until it disappeared into my
pussy. "I want you to see your naked pussy being fucked. Now begin lowering
yourself slowly, and watch in the mirror."

    I couldn't help laughing when I saw Leo's cock disappearing into me.
"God, Leo, that's so cool," I said. "I had no idea it looked like that,
Leo." I tore my eyes away from the mirror and looked at Leo. He was
grinning at me. "Leo, I'm so very happy that I'm here with you," I said.
"I've never been happier in my life, Leo."

    "I'm beginning to think this is where you belong, Becky," Leo said.
"Now watch what happens when you raise up, it's even cooler."

    I started to raise my hips, and I couldn't believe what I saw. My labia
were clinging to Leo's cock, and it looked like my pussy was stretching
downward, reluctant to let go of its prize. The reason I was so surprised
was that it didn't feel anything like it looked. My mouth hung open in
amazement. I tore my eyes away from the mirror again and looked at Leo. He
laughed. "You look like a kid on Christmas morning," he said.

    I didn't know what to say to him. I almost told him I loved him, which
I think was true even then, less than 24 hours after we met, but I knew he
didn't want to hear that. I just looked at him and smiled, then finally
said, "Thank you, Leo."

    Leo had me start moving in a normal fucking motion, only slowly. He let
me watch, grinning and giggling, for a few minutes, then he put the mirror
back on the night-stand and told me start concentrating on pleasing him. I
fucked him slowly for a few minutes while we looked into each others eyes.
Finally, he said, "Your swaying breasts are hypnotic, Becky, I love
watching them." After I thanked him for telling me that, he said, "Becky,
when was the last time you gave any thought to your breasts sagging?"

    I smiled at him. "It's been a long time Leo, maybe while you were
dancing with me early last night. It's amazing that I'm totally at ease
being naked with you, Leo, I've never felt that way with anyone before."

    He said, "You're a beautiful woman, Becky, and I'm going to make you
even more beautiful, if you'll follow the workout plan I'm going to give
you."

    "I will follow it, Leo," I said, "I promise I will. And I'm going to
start eating healthy, Leo. I want to be as attractive as I can possibly be
for you, Leo."

    Leo reached over and picked up one of the whips, the one with the
tassels on the end. "Are you ready for this, Becky?" he asked me.

    "I'm ready for whatever you want, Leo," I answered truthfully.

    Leo started slowly flicking the whip on my skin, at a different
location each time. Even though I was looking right at him, I couldn't tell
where the tassels would strike me until they actually did. Leo roamed over
my breasts, stomach, and belly, and after a while I noticed my skin was
taking on a rosy glow. I also noticed that I was getting very excited, more
than would have been possible from just the slow fucking that Leo was
imposing on me. Every time I would start moving faster, Leo would make me
slow down again.

    "How do you feel, Becky," Leo asked.

    "I feel wonderful, Leo," I said. "I wouldn't have thought I'd enjoy
what you're doing to me with the whip, Leo, but I like it."

    "I want you to cum for me, Becky," Leo said. "Don't worry that we'll
stop, we won't, but you need to cum now."

    "I'm getting close, Leo, if you'd let me speed up it would help."

    He said, "No, don't speed up, Becky. I'll let you speed up after you've
cum for me one time. I want you to cum now."

    I was trying to cum, but I really didn't know how to force it. I told
Leo as much, and he said, "In about a minute, I'm going to send you to
fetch your favorite whip, Becky. I think that whip was made for your
breasts." He then started flicking the tasseled whip much harder. Each blow
stung hard enough to make me wince, and I sure didn't want him switching to
the other whip. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on coming, and a
moment later Leo gave me a really hard flick on my left nipple. With no
warning at all, I came really hard. God, it felt good. The physical
sensation of the crashing orgasm merged with the intense satisfaction I
felt because I had obeyed Leo's command and had avoided having my breasts
whipped. I was temporarily overwhelmed. I stopped moving, and Leo
immediately yelled, "Becky!"

    His yell scared me, I opened my eyes and looked at him. "My pleasure
comes first, Becky," he said calmly. "You are free to enjoy your
well-earned orgasm, but you can't stop servicing my cock without
permission. Start moving right now, or go and fetch the whip."

    I immediately resumed fucking at the pace Leo wanted. "I'm sorry, Leo,"
I said sincerely. "The orgasm was so intense, I lost track of everything
else."

    Leo said, "You need to learn discipline, Becky. I know all of this is
new to you, so I'm showing you a lot of leeway, but I expect you to learn
fast, or else I'll have to apply more motivation. The rule is that your
needs are always secondary to mine, is that clear?"

    "Yes, Leo, my needs are always secondary to yours, I won't forget."

    Leo looked at me silently, with a slight smile on his face. Finally he
said, "You're exhausted, Becky, I can see it on your face. Stretch out on
top of me without letting my cock come out of your pussy. I'll fuck you
like that until we both cum, then we'll sleep for awhile."

    "Yes, Leo, thank you. After that orgasm, I feel drained, Leo." I
carefully swung my legs out, keeping my pussy pressed down on Leo's cock,
then lay down on top of him and straightened my legs.

    "Well done, my beautiful Becky," Leo said as he began fucking me, much
faster than he had let me fuck him. I didn't think I had another orgasm in
me so soon, but in about five minutes Leo came. When I felt his hot cum
squirting into my pussy, I came too, almost as hard as the first time.

    "I can't believe what you do to me, Leo," I whispered, "I'm so happy
I'm here."

    My head was resting on Leo's chest. I felt him kiss me on top of my
head. "Go to sleep, my sweet submissive," he whispered.

    The next thing I knew, Leo was pulling the covers off of me. "It's past
noon, Becky, get up right now," he said.

    I was always grouchy when I first woke up, especially if I hadn't
gotten all the sleep I needed. Fortunately, I remembered where I was and
who I was with, so I immediately started dragging myself out of bed. "You
fucked me all night, Leo, can't I sleep all day? I muttered.

    When I finally got my eyes open, the first thing I saw was Leo smiling
at me. He kissed me, and I wasn't too groggy to return the kiss with
passion. When he pulled his lips from mine, I said, "Leo, you give me just
what I need, I thank God I'm here."

    "Don't get stupid on me, Becky," he said. "This isn't about love, it's
about domination and submission. You need my domination, and I demand your
submission. Now go in the bathroom and use the toilet, then we're taking a
shower, we both need it."

    "Yes, Leo," I said as I walked toward the bathroom door. I didn't have
to tell him I loved him, he already knew it, but something told me I'd
better never say it.

    Leo followed me into the toilet, then stood in front of me as I sat on
the toilet. I smiled up at him as I began peeing. After I finished and
wiped myself. he told me to get in the shower and adjust the water. As I
was walking toward the shower, Leo started pissing in the toilet.
"Occasionally," he said, "I'll use you for my toilet. Piss only, never
shit."

    "I'm not sure what you mean, Leo," I said. I was still groggy, I
thought I might have heard him wrong.

    "I mean that I'll have you kneel down while I piss on your body and
into your mouth," he said matter-of-factly.

    That sounded awful to me. "Yes, Leo," I said.

    I climbed into the shower. Knowing the water would start out cold, I
stood to one side. "No, stand directly under the shower before you turn the
water on," Leo said from behind me. I stood under the shower head, took a
deep breath, then pulled out on the faucet control. The water was icy cold
at first, making me gasp. It took about ten seconds before it started
getting warm.

    When I had the temperature adjusted the way I liked it, I turned around
and faced Leo. He was grinning. "It's safe to come in, now, Leo," I said.
He laughed as he stepped into the shower, then he pushed me against the
wall of the shower enclosure and shoved his cock into my pussy.

    "Can I tell you something, Leo?" I asked as he fucked me hard. He
grunted something that sounded like permission. "I never liked sex before,
Leo, I just didn't understand what it was about. Except for masturbation, I
always understood that."

    "And now?" Leo asked.

    "And now, Leo, I absolutely love everything you do to me." I found a
way to work 'love' into the conversation, I hoped he wouldn't notice.

    "That's good," Leo said, "because you're going to get a lot of it. Now
shut up for awhile." He fucked me hard for what seemed like a long time. I
had my arms around his neck, and occasionally I would kiss his chest. Just
when I felt the beginnings of an orgasm, Leo pulled his cock out of my
pussy, causing me to groan. He pulled my arms down from his neck, then
turned me around and pressed me hard against the wall. I felt the head of
his cock pressing on my anus. "Relax and let me in," he said, "you won't
like it if I have to force you open." I did my best to open for him, and
within a few seconds he was able to slide his cock into my ass. Thank God
it was slick from my pussy juices, it hurt bad enough as it was. "In
situations like this, when I'm fucking your pussy, you should anticipate
that I'll want your ass too. You should have been relaxed and ready for
me."

    "Yes, Leo," I said. "I need to anticipate your needs and be ready for
you, Leo."

    "You're a good girl, Becky," he said as he kissed the back of my neck.
"I know you're trying hard, that's why I'm sparing you the punishments you
would normally have earned. Keep up the good work." I thanked him, I was
proud that he could tell how hard I was trying to please him.

    Leo fucked my ass for probably ten or fifteen minutes. Then he pulled
out, spun me around facing him, and pushed me to my knees. "Try to fool me
into thinking you know what you're doing," he said. "You've got five
minutes to make me cum, otherwise your tits have a date with your favorite
whip. And no hands, mouth only."

    I looked at Leo's cock, and I could see that it had stuff on it from
inside me. "Can I wash it off first, Leo?" I asked, looking up at him.

    "Take my cock into your mouth right now, or go get the whip," he said.
I took a big breath and then took his cock in my mouth. It tasted awful, I
thought the best thing to do was clean it with my tongue and swallow to get
rid of the taste. I tried to generate as much saliva as possible, finally
remembering that I always salivated when I sliced lemons. I thought about
lemons, baskets full of lemons, all being sliced or squeezed. It worked,
and soon the awful taste was gone, only Leo's cock remained.

    I had no idea what a blow job entailed, I just started pumping my mouth
back and forth on his cock while squeezing him with my lips. "You're
pathetic," Leo said after a minute. "Use your tongue up and down my shaft
and around the head. Occasionally tease the tip of my cock with your tongue
and your lips. Use your lungs to suck and blow while the cock's in your
mouth. Occasionally slide your teeth along the cock, but no biting. Guys
get nervous when they feel teeth on their cocks."

    He almost made me laugh with the last thing he said, but I was getting
worried. I was trying hard, doing all of the things he had told me, and
trying to make it as sexy as I could. But he had said five minutes, and I
was afraid that my time was running out. In another minute I felt Leo's
cock twitch, then he grunted and filled my mouth with cum. This time I was
better prepared for the flood, and I swallowed it all without choking.

    After Leo finished pumping his cum into my mouth, I gently cleaned him
with my lips and tongue, kissed the head of his cock, then I took him back
into my mouth. I waited, as still as possible, with my lips closed around
him and my tongue pressing lightly against the underside of his cock.

    "Stand up, Becky," he said. I got off of my knees and stood, my breasts
touching Leo's chest. I had my eyes lowered. "Look at me," he said, and I
slowly raised my eyes to meet his. He smiled at me. "That actually wasn't
bad. You need a lot of practice, which I guarantee you'll get, but it was
pretty good for your first blow job." I smiled and thanked him, then he
said, "The problem is that you took longer than the time I allowed you.
Your punishment will be two stripes on your breasts, which we'll see to
later this afternoon."

    I started trembling. "Please don't whip my breasts, Leo. I'll do
better, I'll learn fast, Leo, please don't whip my breasts." Tears were
running down my cheeks.

    Leo wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. "Don't ever do
that again," he said. "After I announce your punishment, it only makes
things worse to beg. I never want to hear you do that again, do you
understand?" I said tearfully that I understood. "Now I want you to give me
the response you should have given when I announced your punishment." He
gripped my shoulders with his hands and gently pushed me back away from
him.

    I looked into his eyes, trying to think of what he wanted me to say. He
waited quietly for me to speak. Finally I said, "I'm sorry I failed, Leo, I
will try very hard to meet your requirements from now on, and I will be
happy to accept whatever punishment you give me."

    "That's close enough," he said. "It's a little presumptive of you to
'accept' my punishment, as if you had a choice, but it's a good start.
We'll work on it some more the next time." He wrapped me in his arms again
and said, "Remember what I said, Becky, I'll never cause you harm. It's
natural for you to anticipate your punishment, but don't fear it. It's a
tool to help you become what you need to be." I managed a small smile, and
nodded in agreement. Leo said, "Now I'll shampoo your hair and bathe you,
you'll do the same to me, and we'll start our day. Ok?"

    I smiled. "Yes, Leo, that sounds like a plan."

    After Leo shampooed my hair, he gave me the sexiest soaping I could
imagine. He started with my face and neck and worked his way down, spending
a long, long time on my breasts. Then he slowly worked down to my belly,
and then started again at my shoulders and down my back. While he was
washing my ass, he kept pushing multiple fingers into my anus. Finally,
when I was panting and dripping from my pussy, he continued down the backs
of my legs, then moved around in front and worked his way back up toward my
pussy. When he first contacted my naked pussy with his soapy hands, I
thought my knees were going to buckle, I had to lean against the wall and
hold on to the shower nozzle. He worked me slowly, keeping me just short of
an orgasm, for several minutes. Holding onto the shower head for dear life,
with my eyes squeezed shut, I was moaning and begging him to let me cum.
Finally he took his hand away and said "Look at me, Becky." I opened my
eyes and looked at him. He was smiling at me. He moved his hand back to my
pussy, grasped my clit between his thumb and finger, and then he took an
orgasm from me. That's what it felt like to me. He didn't let me cum, or
help me cum, he made me cum, I couldn't have prevented it if I'd tried.

    My mouth dropped open in astonishment. It wasn't a big orgasm, within a
few seconds it was fading, but it was the most personal thing I had ever
shared with another person, even considering all that Leo had done to me
before. When I could speak again, I whispered, "You own my soul, Leo."

    He smiled. "You can keep your soul, Becky, I only want your body and
your total obedience. Like I said before, see what you get when you obey?"
I could only nod in agreement. "Now bathe me, starting with a shampoo," he
said. I carefully let go of the shower head. When I was sure I could stand
on my own, I quickly moved to obey.

    After I had thoroughly bathed Leo, including another blow-job which he
said was much better than the first one, he turned off the water. I
followed him out of the shower, and he handed me a towel. "Dry me," he
said.

    As I put the towel over his head and began drying his short hair, I
said, "Your needs always come before mine, right Leo?"

    "Always, Becky," he said from under the towel. When I finished drying
Leo, he took the wet towel from me and threw it into a hamper. Handing me a
fresh towel, he said, "Dry yourself. There's a hair brush and dryer in here
somewhere, find them. Meet me in the kitchen in fifteen minutes."

    "Yes, Leo," I said, as I began looking for the hair dryer. Leo combed
his hair, put some deodorant under his arms, then slapped me on the ass as
he walked out of the bathroom. I smiled.

    "You're early, good for you. Let's eat," Leo said as I walked into the
kitchen. He was dressed in jeans, a tee shirt, and sneakers. Being naked
didn't bother me anymore, I actually liked him seeing me naked. He had made
soup and a sandwich for each of us, and cola to drink. Diet cola, as it
turned out, which I don't much care for. We were both very hungry, and for
the most part we ate in silence. I did ask him at one point what he was
going to do with me for the rest of the day, but all he said was that I
would find out in due time.

    After Leo watched me clean up the kitchen and start the dishwasher, he
said, "Let's relax awhile." I followed him into the rec room, where he
fiddled with the equipment for a few seconds. A college basketball game
came on the TV, and Leo sat down on the couch to watch it. I started to sit
next to him, but he stopped me. "On your knees," he said, pointing to a
spot on the floor in front of him. When I had knelt where he said, he said,
"Spread your knees wide apart and clasp your hands behind your head." I did
as he commanded, then he proceeded to ignore me completely and watch the
ball-game.

    I'm not a big basketball fan, but it annoyed me that I could only
listen to the game, while Leo was watching it, not to mention that he was
on the couch and I was on the floor. I tried to begin a conversation with
him, but he told me to keep quiet. We stayed like that for a whole quarter
of the game, and the only time Leo spoke to me was to tell me twice to
straighten my posture.

    When the game went into half-time, Leo switched off the TV with a
remote control, and then looked at me. "Becky, please get the four whips I
showed you earlier and place them on the table," he said, pointing to a
nearby table.

    "Yes, Leo," I said, trying to suppress my instant apprehension. I stood
and walked toward the stairs, but then he called to me.

    I turned to look at Leo, and he said, "Becky, the ritual I showed you
with the whips is important. I won't be able to see what you do upstairs,
but I'm asking you to perform the ritual just the way I showed you. Will
you do that for me?"

    "Yes, Leo, I'll do it just the way you showed me. You want me to bring
the whips one at a time, right, Leo?"

    "That's right, Becky, one at a time," he said with a smile. I smiled
back at him and turned to begin my task.

    As I climbed the stairs, I wondered about the significance of the
ritual. When Leo was training me to follow the ritual, I had assumed it was
just more hoops he wanted me to jump through. Now he said it was important,
and I believed him, but I wanted to understand why. When I reached the
bedroom, I remembered that two of the whips were on my table, and the other
two on the night-stand. I decided to first take the whip that Leo had used
on my ass outside, the one I assumed he would use on my breasts soon, the
one that scared me the most. Walking over to my table, I looked down at the
two whips, the one I was thinking about and the one Leo had called a
single-tail. I picked the whip up between the finger and thumb of my right
hand, then positioned it in my two open palms. As I slowly bent down and
kissed the whip, I felt a tingle and a warmth in my pussy, and I knew I was
getting wet.

    I slowly walked out of the bedroom, then downstairs to the rec room, my
eyes fixed on the whip in my outstretched hands. When I reached the table,
I paused, then slowly bent and kissed the whip before carefully setting it
down. I straightened up and looked at Leo. He was smiling at me. "I thought
you would bring that one first, Becky" he said. "How do you feel?"

    "This is turning me on, Leo," I said. His smile widened, he told me I
was doing fine and that I should get the next whip. I decided to bring the
single-tail next. It looked like it could be the most dangerous of the
four, but I had no experience with it, and Leo hadn't told me how he would
use it on me. After picking it up, I tried to carry it coiled up, but I
couldn't hold it like that in my open palms, it wouldn't stay coiled.
Finally I decided to carry it uncoiled and hanging across my open hands,
sort of like a dead snake.

    By the time I had transferred all of the whips from the bedroom to the
rec room, I had pussy juices all over the insides of my thighs down to my
knees. After I put down the last whip on the table, I turned to Leo and
asked him if he would fuck me. "No, Becky, I want you to bring me the
single-tail now, please," he said.

    I picked up the single-tail, arranged it draped across my palms,
tenderly kissed it, and then walked over to the couch. Stopping in front of
Leo, I slowly dropped to my knees, kissed the whip again, and then extended
my hands out to him. He let me hold that position for a few seconds, then
he reached out and took the whip from me. I lowered my hands to my sides,
then Leo told me to back up a little. I shuffled back on my knees until he
told me to stop, then he ordered me to clasp my hands behind my head.

    "This whip can cause you much more pain than the smaller one that
you're familiar with, Becky," he said, "but I hope I never have to use it
on you for punishment. Now, I'm going to show you what else it can do." He
waved the whip around for awhile, nowhere near me, like he was warming up.
Finally he stopped, then he said, "Here's a tap on your left cheek." He
snapped his wrist, and I felt a mild sting on the left side of my ass. He
had wrapped the whip around my side, and the only thing I felt was the tip
hitting my left cheek. "Now here's a stronger one, on your right cheek," he
said, and immediately I felt a sharp sting on the other side of my ass. It
stung enough to make me jump.

    After a moment Leo said, "Right breast," and immediately stung me just
above my right nipple. "Just a tap on the left nipple," he said, and that's
what I felt. He put the whip down in his lap and looked at me for a moment.
"What do you think?" he asked.

    "I think you've had a lot of practice, Leo," I said. He smiled.

    "Do you want to see more?" he asked. He hadn't really hurt me so far,
so I said yes. "Get on your hands and knees, and spread your legs a little
farther apart," Leo said, and I obeyed. He began calling his shots and
stinging me exactly where he called. Between my shoulder blades. The small
of my back. Left cheek. Back of the right thigh. Underside of the left
breast. Belly, he wrapped it down the crack of my ass and across my pussy
for that one. Pussy, which caused me to squeal. And finally, the area
between my pussy and my anus, which caused me to scream.

    "Sit up and look at me," he said. I sat up straight, rested my ass on
my heels, and looked into his eyes. "Was that too much?" he asked.

    "No Leo, the last one was a little intense, that's all."

    He looked at me in silence for a long time. I was pretty sure what was
coming next. "Are you ready for your punishment?" he asked at last.

    "Yes, Leo, I'm ready," I said calmly.

    "Tell me why you deserve punishment," he said.

    "Leo, you gave me five minutes to give you a blow job, and I failed to
make you cum within the time you specified. I'm sorry I failed you, Leo,
and I deserve whatever punishment you decide to give me."

    "That was excellent, Becky, would you please bring me the whip now?"

    As I walked to the table, my legs felt rubbery. I was shaking badly
when I picked the whip up, but in spite of my fear I felt the warmth
spreading from my pussy when I held it in my open hands and kissed it.
After the short trip back to Leo, I knelt and kissed the whip again, and
that nearly made me cum. It seemed incongruous to me, because I was about
to get whipped. I knew it would hurt a lot, and I dreaded it, yet handling
the whips and performing the ritual was making me incredibly hot. It was
very confusing.

    When Leo took the whip from my outstretched hands, I whispered, "Please
don't whip my nipples, Leo."

    "I won't, I promise," he said. "Now clasp your hands behind your head
and present your breasts for your punishment." I guess he saw the confusion
on my face, so he clarified, "Stick your chest out." I threw my shoulders
back and tried to bend my waist and make my chest stick out as far as
possible, then I waited. My eyes were locked on Leo's, and my breathing was
coming in ragged gasps. After a seeming eternity, I saw Leo's hand move,
and immediately I felt the burning across both of my breasts. Then his hand
moved again, and there was another source of pain. He threw the whip on the
floor in front of me and told me it was over.

    The burning in my breasts was agonizing, and it was still getting
worse. Tears welled up in my eyes, and as I looked down they spilled out
and ran down my cheeks. I saw two angry red stripes across my breasts,
about an inch apart. The bottom one was just above my areolas.

    I looked up at Leo again and saw the sorrow on his face. "It's Ok,
Leo," I said, "this is what I need."

    He held his arms out to me, saying, "I know, Becky, but I regret it
nonetheless." I got up off of my knees and climbed into his lap, and he put
his arms around me and kissed me. Then I started crying.

    Leo held me, kissing my forehead and cheeks, until my tears stopped.
The pain in my breasts had peaked, but it was still intense. "How do you
feel?" he asked.

    I tried to laugh, but it didn't work. "My tits hurt like hell, Leo,
other than that I'm just fine."

    "Do you hurt too much for a good fucking?" he asked.

    I looked up at him. "I fuck you, Leo, or you fuck me?"

    He grinned. "I'll fuck you, all you have to do is enjoy it."

    "Where and when, Leo?" I asked, managing a smile.

    "Here and now, Becky. Lie down on your back." He helped me crawl out of
his lap onto the couch, being careful not to cause any contact with my
breasts. I was on my back, with my head at one end of the couch. Leo put
one of my legs over the back of the couch, and my other foot on the floor.
Positioning himself at my crotch, he said, "We'll warm you up a little
first." He leaned down and attacked my pussy with his lips and tongue.
Within minutes, the built-up tension and frustration inside me exploded,
and I had a big, big orgasm.

    After Leo brought me back down gently, he raised up and smiled at me. I
had sprayed again, covering his face with my cum. "I'm so sorry, Leo, I
don't know why I keep doing that," I said. "That never happened to me until
last night."

    "It's Ok, Becky," he said. "I told you before, it means you enjoyed it,
you came hard. We both want that, don't we?" I agreed that we both wanted
that. Leo left me to get a towel. He came back right away, wiping his face
with the towel, then he cleaned up the mess I had made on the leather
couch.

    Leo undressed, then he stretched out on the couch. "Don't worry, I'm
not going to touch your breasts," he reassured me. After he guided his cock
into my sopping wet pussy, Leo told me to wrap my legs around his waist,
then he began fucking me hard. It was amazing how long Leo could fuck, he
pounded me hard for at least half an hour, giving me three more orgasms.
When I felt my fourth one approaching, I asked Leo to please cum with me,
and he did.

    I was still coming down from the last orgasm, when Leo started fucking
me again, he hadn't lost his erection. "Please, Leo," I said, "let me suck
your cock, I can't handle another orgasm for awhile."

    He smiled at me. "That's Ok, I'm pretty tired myself, we'll stop for
awhile." He stopped moving, but kept his position on top of me. He was
supporting his own weight on his elbows and knees, it was really pretty
comfortable for me. Leo stared at me for a long time, a smile on his face.
I finally asked him what was so interesting. "You," he said. "We met less
than 24 hours ago, think of all we've done since then. Think of how much
you've changed since then. Think of the situations you've handled that you
probably couldn't have imagined before. Think of all the weekends we'll
spend together, assuming you decide to come back."

    I said, "Leo, may I please ask you to stop saying, 'If you decide to
come back?' I'm coming back, Leo, wild horses couldn't keep me away."

    "Fair enough, Becky," Leo said. "The only reason I keep mentioning that
is so you'll understand that you have that choice, because that's the only
choice you'll ever have with me, the choice not to come back. When you come
here, you give up all of your choices. But I won't mention it again, we'll
both assume you'll be back next weekend, Ok?"

    "Ok, Leo," I said.

    We lay still for awhile, just looking at one another. "How do your
breasts feel?" he asked. I had completely forgotten the pain, although it
was still there in spades when I paid attention to it. I told Leo that, and
he said, "Are you up for some training? I need to show you the procedure
you'll follow if... I mean when you come back next weekend. You'll have to
get dressed first, though."

    "Oh, Leo, I never want to be dressed again," I said, "I always want to
be naked, displaying my body for you." He gave me a stern look. "I mean,
Yes, Leo, I'm up for whatever training you choose to give me," I said.

    After getting to his feet, Leo held his hand out to me and pulled me
off of the couch. He had me dress him, then he sat on the couch and told me
to go get my clothes from the safe in the office. I smiled when I saw the
Acme name on the safe, remembering Leo's promise that he was going to eat
me. I'd been well eaten, and well fucked too, and I still hadn't been with
Leo for a whole day. Opening the safe, I saw that Leo had also put my bra,
panties, and shoes in with my jeans, sweater, and coat. I gathered them all
up and carried them back to the rec room.

    "You won't need the bra and panties," Leo said, so I tossed them on the
couch. "When you come back next Friday, you'll be wearing shoes, coat, a
short skirt, and a front-buttoning blouse. Nothing else, understand?" I
said that I understood. "So, for your lesson, we'll have to pretend that
your jeans and sweater are really your skirt and blouse. Put them on,
please." I really didn't want to put my clothes on, but I knew I had no
choice. The sweater irritated my tender breasts, but I did my best to
ignore it. After I dressed, Leo had me put on my shoes and coat, then he
took me to the laundry room, took his coat off of a hook and put it on, and
we went outside.

    It was late afternoon, about an hour before sunset. Leo and I went to
his truck, and he told me to get in. When he got behind the wheel and
started the truck, I was afraid he was taking me home. Instead, he pressed
the button on a remote control attached to his sun visor, the garage door
opened, and he drove in.

    As the garage door closed behind us, Leo turned off the engine and
turned to face me. "When we get here next Friday," he said, "we'll pull
into the garage like we just did. You might still be dressed, or you might
be completely naked, or anywhere in between. You might even be in the back
of the truck, or in the trunk of a car, it doesn't matter. Regardless of
how you arrive, you will gather up all of your clothes that you aren't
wearing, and get out. Please do it now." I opened the door and got out of
the truck, then waited for Leo to walk around to my side.

    It was a two-car garage, and the truck was parked in the left stall.
The right stall was empty, I was relieved that Anne's sports car wasn't
parked there. Leo walked around the front of the truck, past me, and on to
the other side of the garage. There was a narrow door against the front
wall. "You will walk over here with all of your clothes, and go through
this door by yourself," he said, then he waited until I walked over to the
door. "Once you go through and close the door, it won't open for you again.
I'm going with you this time, to show you what to do, but when you do this
for real, every time you return to me, you will do it completely alone, is
that clear?" I told him it was clear, and he told me to open the door and
go through.

    The door led to a long, narrow room. I guessed that it ran about two
thirds the width of the garage. The first thing I noticed was a metal door
at the far end of the room. Like the door I had noticed in the first floor
hallway of Leo's house, it didn't have any handle. The only items in the
room were a couple of shelves along the wall, an old wooden chair, and a
single locker, like a gym locker. "You will put all of your clothes into
the locker and close the door," Leo said. "Once you close the door, You
won't be able to open it without a key." He stood silently, looking at me.
I began undressing, and put everything into the locker. The room was
unheated, and it was very cold, especially the concrete floor under my bare
feet. Once everything was in the locker, I closed the door and then tried
to open it again. It wouldn't open.

    "Go to the shelves and pick a set of gear that fits you," Leo said.
"You'll need wrist and ankle cuffs, a belt, and a collar. Once you find a
set that fit you, we'll keep them separate so you won't have to test for
fit again." I walked over to the shelves. All of the gear he was talking
about was made of thick leather, studded with metal rings. I examined the
collars first. They were all the same width, about two inches. Picking one
that I thought might fit, I put it around my neck and closed it. It clicked
closed, and then it wouldn't open. "It needs a key to open," Leo said. He
put his fingers under the collar, then said, "Too big, it has to be a snug
fit." He produced a key and unlocked the collar. I found a smaller one and
put it on, and Leo said it was the right one. It felt tight around my neck.

    We followed the same procedure to pick out the remaining gear. The
wrist and ankle straps were both the same width, about an inch wider that
the collar, but the belts were only about one inch wide. By the time I was
fully "dressed," I was shivering from the cold. "To summarize," Leo said,
"after you put all of your clothes in the locker, you will put on your
gear. Then you will walk down to this end of the room." He was pointing to
the metal door at the other end. "This is an elevator. When you come in
here alone, the door should be open. If it's not open, there's no way you
can open it, so you'll sit down and wait for help to come." As Leo walked
up to the door, it slid open. I followed him in, and the door slid shut.
There was only one button, and Leo told me to push it.

    I could feel the elevator going down. While we waited, Leo said, "The
whole time you're in the basement, you are forbidden to speak, except when
you are specifically commanded to speak, or when you are asked a direct
question. Do you understand?" I told him I understood. We were still facing
what I thought of as the back of the elevator, but when the motion stopped
the back slid open, it was another door. I followed Leo out of the
elevator, happy to find that the space we had entered was heated.

    We were in a large, well-lighted room. The first thing I noticed was
that one far corner of the room was a bathroom, only it was fully open, it
offered no privacy at all. There was a minimal basin, toilet, and shower
area, and a few shelves on the wall. The walls and floor in that corner of
the room were ceramic tile, with a big drain in the floor.

    The other far corner of the room was like a crude living area. There
was a chair and table, and old couch, and a small refrigerator with a lock
on the door. The floor was carpeted. In the center of the wall, between the
bathroom and the living area, there was a large black door.

    I looked to my left, and that corner was an exercise area. There was a
weight bench, an elliptical training machine, and an exercise bike. Looking
to my right, I saw the strangest corner of the four. There was a
gynecologists table complete with stirrups, a flat metal table large enough
to lie on, and a metal cabinet.

    "What do you think?" Leo said.

    I didn't know what to think. "I think I'm not the first girl you
brought here, Leo," I finally said.

    Ignoring my comment, Leo continued my instructions. "When you get here,
you will go immediately to the toilet area, where you will give yourself
two enemas. The first will be very warm, soapy water, and the second will
be lukewarm clear water. Just like the enemas I gave you last night, only
you'll have to do it yourself." He paused, looking at me. "Well, go and do
it," he said after a moment.

    As I walked toward the toilet area, Leo said, "Stay off of the carpeted
area, you're not allowed there." I quickly located the enema kit, hanging
on a hook beside the basin. I couldn't find the soap, but I had been
forbidden to speak, so I couldn't ask where it was. I turned and held out
the enema bag, pointing to the fill hole. Leo understood my question, he
showed me a squeeze bottle of dishwashing liquid. "Use one squeeze of
soap," he said, "but don't put the soap in until the bag is filled with
water first, otherwise all you'll get in the bag will be suds. After you
cap the bag, give it a gentle shake to mix the soap with the water."

    I turned on the water in the basin. While I adjusted the water
temperature, Leo also told me I should be on my knees, with my forehead on
the floor, while the enema was draining into me.

    I filled the bag, put in the soap, then capped and shook the bag. It
took me a moment to find a place to hang the bag, then I reached back and
pushed the tube into my anus. When I tried to kneel, I discovered that I
had hung the bag too high. Holding the tube in my ass with one hand, I got
up and found a better place for the bag, then got on my knees. After
finding the flow control clip by feel, I released it, and then bent to put
my head and hands on the floor. "You'd better hold the tube with one hand,
otherwise it might come out," Leo said. I quickly reached back with one
hand and held onto the tube.

    I could feel the warm water flowing into me. Leo said I would be able
to tell when all of the water had drained into me, and then I should just
hold my position until I felt a big cramp, then go to the toilet and
evacuate. I held my position and waited, and after what seemed like a very
long time I started getting really painful cramps. I left the tube in my
ass, and carried the bag with me as I waddled to the toilet, because I was
afraid of leakage if I pulled the tube out. Squatting over the toilet, I
pulled the tube out and sat down, then immediately started shitting out the
enema.

    I looked up at Leo, and he smiled at me. "Very good job, Becky, I'm
proud of you," he said.

    When I had gotten rid of the soapy water, I repeated the whole
procedure with clear water. Leo said there probably wouldn't be any cramps
with the clear water, I only had to wait a few minutes after the bag had
emptied. After I had shit out all of the clear water and thoroughly wiped
my ass, Leo said I had to clean the fill tube in hot water and soap, then
put everything back where it was. When that was done, he said I only had a
few more things to do.

    Leo had me examine my wrist cuffs, and showed me that one of the attach
rings on each cuff was different from all the others. He had me rotate the
cuffs until that ring was on the inside of each wrist. Then he had me click
the two rings together, and they locked, I couldn't get them apart again.
Leo released them for me, then explained the final part of the procedure.
There was a blindfold hanging on a hook by the large black door. I was to
take the blindfold, kneel in front of the door with my legs opened as far
as I could open them, then lock my wrists together behind my back. I tried
it, and the only problem I had was clicking the rings together behind my
back, it took me four or five tries before the cuffs finally locked
together.

    Leo pulled me to my feet, took off the blindfold, and gave me a long,
passionate kiss. He told me that I had completed the procedure, and asked
me how I felt about doing it alone. "Piece of cake, Leo," I said.

    "There is one problem," Leo said. "You have to be kneeling in front of
the door no later than 30 minutes after you enter the door in the garage.
We took a lot of time picking out your bonds, so I didn't count the time we
spent upstairs. Let's assume you can strip, put on the manacles, and get
down here in 3 minutes. That leaves you 27 minutes after you enter the
room. It took you 35 minutes this time. Do you think you can shave 8
minutes off of your time?"

    I said, "I don't know, Leo." I was afraid to say more, for fear of
breaking the silence rule, but Leo told me the rule was waived for the
remainder of that session. "I think it would be difficult to do it that
much faster, Leo." I said. "Can I spend less time holding the soapy enema?"
He said it was important to give it time to work, or I wouldn't be cleaned
out properly. "All I can say is that I'll try my best, Leo, but what if I
can't do it?"

    "Then you'll be punished, Becky," he said.

    I didn't have to think about it for very long. "I want to come back,
Leo," I said. "If I can't meet your requirements, and I have to take a
punishment, so be it. I still want to come back. With practice, I'll get
faster."

    Leo hugged and kissed me again, then reached behind me and released my
wrists. Putting his arm around my shoulder, he turned me around. "Have you
ever used an elliptical trainer?" he asked me. I shook my head.

    With his hand on my ass, and at least two fingers in my freshly-cleaned
anus, Leo walked me back to the other end of the room. I stood and watched
while he climbed onto the machine and showed me the basic motion, then he
had me come closer and watch while he went through the simple steps of
programming a workout. Then he reset the electronics and had me get on.
After programming it for my age and weight, I started moving. I liked it
right away, it seemed like a fun way to exercise. My breasts were gently
bobbing up and down, not bouncing like they did on a treadmill or when I
jogged. I told Leo that, but he said I should always wear a good sports bra
anyway. He said I should bring one that fit me well when I came back, so I
would always have one here when I worked out.

    Leo had me ride the machine for about 5 minutes, until I was warmed up,
then he told me to dismount and stretch. He showed me how to do the
stretches, then he had me get back on the machine. "Now you'll do a real
workout, twenty minutes for your first time," he said. As I worked, he
monitored the readouts and gave me directions to keep me working at the
level he wanted. After about ten minutes, I was starting to perspire and my
breathing was faster. After twenty minutes, when Leo told me to stop, I was
sweating freely, but I felt really good. Leo had me get off of the machine
and repeat the stretches, then he asked me how it felt. It felt great, and
I told him that. He kissed me again, then said we were ready to go back to
the house.

    "When your weekend is over," Leo told me, "you will be returned to this
room, your bonds will be removed, and you will be left alone. You will
immediately go to the elevator and return upstairs. You'll find your locker
unlocked, and you will get dressed and wait. When I unlock the door, you
will go to the truck and get in, and I'll return you to school.
Understand?"

    "Yes, Leo, I understand," I said. I also wanted to understand why, but
I kept quiet, trusting that Leo would explain everything when he was ready.
As we walked to the elevator, the door slid open. I assumed it was
responding to Leo somehow. We walked in, and the door slid closed. Leo
nodded at the button, and I pushed it, causing the elevator to rise
smoothly. When we arrived in the garage room, Leo unlocked my bonds. There
was a wooden peg at one end of the shelves, and he had me hang all of my
bonds on the peg. Then he opened the locker and told me to get dressed.
"Are we just going back into the house, Leo?" I asked. He said that was
correct. "Then may I remain naked, please Leo?" He kissed me and told me I
could remain naked if that's what I wanted. I gathered up all of my
clothes, Leo opened the door, and we walked through the garage, out a side
door and then to the side door of the house. It was dark outside, and very
cold. I wondered if Leo was going to bring me outside for more practice
later in the evening. I hoped he would.

    Once we were in the house, I asked Leo if I could put my clothes back
in the safe. Laughing, he said of course I could, if that's what I wanted
to do. I got my bra and panties from the rec room, then carried everything
into the office and put it in the safe. I felt better after closing the
safe door, I could then pretend that I was Leo's helpless captive.

    Leo and I went to the kitchen together, and again I watched him while
he prepared a meal for the two of us. It consisted of a T-bone steak, a
baked potato, salad, and wine for each of us. I asked Leo about the
calories, but he said that performance like I had shown deserved a reward.
While we were eating at the kitchen counter, we chatted about this and
that. At one point, Leo told me that my training was going to be very
difficult, because I had more potential than any submissive he had ever
seen. I said, "I don't care how difficult it is, Leo, train me the way you
want me trained."

    As we cleaned up the dinner dishes, Leo said that this was my last
night with him before my real training began. He asked me how I would like
to spend it. I thought for a few minutes, then I said, "I know this sounds
silly, Leo, but could we have ... like, a date? Maybe sit on the couch and
make out in the dark while a movie plays on the TV, then go upstairs and
fuck until we're exhausted, then fall asleep in each other's arms? I know
that sounds silly and juvenile, but it'd mean a lot to me to have just one
night like that with you."

    Leo looked at me, then he put his open palm on the side of my face.
"That sounds like it would be a lot of fun, Becky," he said, causing my
heart to leap. Then he added, "But that's not what we're about, you and I,
and it's not what you need. You'd better leave the evening's activities to
me."

    To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. I wished he
hadn't asked me what I wanted, if he wasn't going to give it any
consideration. "Yes, Leo," I said with my eyes lowered.

    Taking his hand from my cheek, Leo said, "Finish cleaning the kitchen,
then come to the bedroom." He walked away before I could say, "Yes, Leo."

    When I walked into the bedroom, Leo was stretched out on the bed, on
his back. He watched me as I walked to the bed. "May I join you, Leo?" I
asked.

    "No, I'll join you," he said as he got off the bed. He took my hand and
led me to what he called my table, and I noticed he had put some new items
there, and some familiar ones - a pair of dildos.

    "This is a flogger," he told me as he picked it up and handed it to me.
It had a leather covered handle, about six inches long, and a lot of
leather strips of various widths, all bound together at one end. The strips
were about two feet long. He had me hold it and swing it against my thigh.
It stung me lightly over a wide area of skin.

    Leo took the flogger from me and put it back on the table. He picked up
a small, strangely shaped, chrome plated object. He held it in front of me
and squeezed it, and some little jaws or pincers opened and closed as he
squeezed. "This is called a Clover Clamp, you're going to become very
familiar with these." He had four of them, and he proceeded to put one on
each of my nipples and one on each of my outer pussy lips. I felt mild
pressure on my nipples, but the ones on my pussy felt like a sharp pinch,
it was uncomfortable.

    "Walk around the room," Leo said, and I began walking in a circle
around the bedroom. As I walked, the Clover Clamps swung back and forth,
intensifying the feelings of pressure in my nipples and pinching on my
pussy lips. Also, the two clamps on my pussy banged against my legs and
against each other when I moved, causing them to make a tinkling or
clanging sound when they struck one another. I looked at Leo, and he was
smiling. "You look very nice, and sound nice, too. Now I'll always know
where you are by the sound."

    "They're pinching my pussy pretty hard, Leo," I said, "will I have to
wear them for very long?"

    Leo ignored my question completely. "Becky, please carry your flogger
to the living room and place it on the coffee table,