Chapter 1
Saturday - Day 1
I woke slowly to a wonderful sensation from my crotch. I looked over at the clock and it was 8:30am. I looked down at my cock, and there was a beautiful woman stuck to the end of it. The room smelled like I imagine a not very well run bordello would, of raw dirty sex.
Becky pulled her head of my cock with a pop, smiled up at me and said, "Good Morning. I'm your wake-up slut. It's 8:30 in the morning, the weather is beautiful, and my body is yours to do with as you'd like." She put her mouth over the head of my cock again before popping off quickly and adding, "Sir."
Then she slowly dropped her head back down the length of my cock. I lay back and enjoyed the lovely blowjob that I was getting. She was doing a fabulous job, licking up the sides, tickling my balls with her tongue and providing expert suction to my shaft. Given last night's activities, I wasn't in danger of cumming too quickly, so I just enjoyed.
However, it was also time for another object lesson. "Becky," I said, "I would like to enjoy you as well. Swing yourself up here into a 69." Becky looked up, clearly not happy with this. I had not allowed her to clean up last night, and she was quite messy then. I imagine she felt very dirty today. But I was going to teach her that no matter how she felt about her body, she should make it available to me.
To her credit, Becky did not hesitate much. She swung her legs around over my shoulders. She kept herself on her hands and knees, with her crotch well over and away from my face. I surveyed her for a minute or two as Becky continued concentrating on my cock. She was a mess. There was dried pussy juices all over her thighs, her pussy hair was matted down and a little crusty, and our mixed cum was flecked around her pussy lips.
Her actual cunt, however, was mostly cleaned off by the fresh juices that seemed to be pouring out of her. I never imagined she would be able to produce that much sweet fluid.
"We're going to have a little contest know Becky," I said. She pulled herself off my cock and looked down between her legs toward my face. "I am going to eat you now, and you are going to eat me. If you make me come before you do, there will be consequences. However, if you can make me come within one minute of your coming, I'll provide a treat for you during the day. Ready?" She nodded. "The let's begin," I said.
I pulled her crotch down to my face. She resisted a little, but one light slap on her sexy ass and she stopped fighting me. I started swabbing her pussy lips with my tongue. It was a little rancid at first, but I was willing to put up with it for this lesson. Very quickly all I could taste were her fresh, succulent juices.
While I was working on her, she went back to pleasuring me. She was doing an excellent job of keeping me close to the edge without going over. I, on the other hand, had no such concern and was attacking her pussy and her clit liberally with my tongue. I dipped my fingers in her pussy, and played around with the outside of her asshole.
Once again, she seemed to be getting close to coming. Her coordination on my cock was going and she was breathing harder and harder. She was reduced to just sucking on the sides of my cock with her lips. Just as it felt like she was going over the edge, I shoved a finger into her ass and she threw her head back and screamed. More liquid leaked out of her red pussy and her ass clenched and unclenched around my finger.
Just a few seconds later she came down part way from her orgasm and attacked my cock. She swallowed most of it, and I felt the head of my dick pressing against her throat. She was moving her tongue around my cock in her mouth and she was tickling my balls with her fingernails. She had kept me close enough to the edge that within seconds I was coming. She sucked all my juice into her mouth and she continued laving my cock until I became too sensitive and made her stop.
She put her head down on my thigh and said, "Sir, I was too caught up in your cock to pay attention to time. Did I win my treat?"
"You certainly did, my horny little slut, and I'll be sure to give you a treat later today." I still had my finger in her ass, and when I called her a horny slut, her ass clenched. Something else I would have to follow up on later.
After basking in my morning cum, I pulled my finger out of her ass, slapped her ass and said, "Time for our morning ablutions. Let's go pee and shower."
"Who goes first?" she asked.
"We'll go together," I said.
We went into the bathroom, and I said, "You pee first, but spread your legs because I want to see." I'd never actually see a girl peeing, and I wanted to. She sat on the toilet with her legs spread wide and a large blush on her face and chest. It took her a moment or two to get over the shyness and start peeing. I heard it hissing in the bowl, and saw a little, but not really enough. I'd just have to get her to do it more exposed later.
When she was done, she looked up at me and said, "Can I wipe now?"
"Don't bother, yet," I said, "and keep your legs open. I need to go as well, and I don't want to bother you to get up from the toilet." With that, I moved in front of her and aimed by dick between her legs. She looked completely surprised and almost ready to bolt, but she didn't. She sat there while I started to piss. My first stream was actually pretty accurate, going right between her legs into the bowl, but I soon corrected that, and moved the stream up so that I was pissing right onto her pussy. She looked at my cock, the steam of urine, her now soaking pussy, and then up to me, with an undecipherable look on her face. At least it wasn't disgust, and I got to fulfill another fantasy.
As I was getting to the end, I moved closer so as not to make a mess of the floor. As the stream petered out, I moved it up a little so the last drops went on her lower stomach. I then shook off the excess, spraying her tits and face a little. As I stood there with just a little left on the tip, I was about to tell her to clean me off when she darted her head forward and swiped the end of my cock with her tongue before wrapping her mouth around my cock to finish cleaning it off
When she was done, she looked up at me with a mischievous look on her face and said, "You did say that I should clean you off every time it gets dirty."
Just when I think she has reached the limits of amazing me, she does something like this. I knelt down in front of her, grabbed her head and gave her a deep kiss. It was very nice, but reminded me that we didn't brush our teeth yet.
"You go brush your teeth while I start the shower, and then I'll brush mine," I told her. We both brushed our teeth, and then got into the shower. It was fun washing her while taking liberties with her, which she thoroughly enjoyed. In addition to the usual spots, I soaped up a finger and made sure to clean out her asshole a little bit, more to get her used to it then for cleaning purposes.
When we were done, I had her make sure that my cock was free of soap by testing with her mouth, and then I did the same for her nipples and pussy. I think she was quite surprised when I had her bend over and I performed the same check on her asshole, but the only comment she made was a satisfied "Ohhhh."
When we were finished with the shower, I had her lie on the bed while I went and got a big cardboard box. I then told her, "For the next thirty days, the only thing separating your pussy with the outside air will be a bikini bottom if we go swimming or some workout shorts for the gym. So what I want you to do now is get all your pants and all your panties and put them in this box. At the end of the month you can have them back or give them to charity, depending on what happens."
She went to her drawers and did what I told her. After she was done, I asked her to get out her skirts. She did so, and I saw one skirt that I really liked. It was a white leather mini-skirt that I don't remember ever seeing her in it. I had her try it on, and it covered her to just below her pussy. She looked so sexy standing there in just the skirt and no top that I told her, "Until we find you more stuff, the outfit that you are wearing is your new official uniform for when you are at home."
I slipped on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and told Becky to get herself dressed for her errands and come to the living room when she was done. I went to the living room and grabbed my video camera. I set up the camera hooked to my computer and motion sensor. I placed the camera in a location from which it had a view of the kitchen, living room and front door.
When Becky came down, she was wearing a short, flowery skirt and a tight white tee shirt. She was not wearing a bra, and I assume she was not wearing any panties, since she no longer had any. I pointed out the video camera and said, "I always wondered what you did when you were home and I was not, and I now I will find out, even more so now since you will be nearly naked all of the time."
She definitely did not seem comfortable with being naked on video, but I was absolutely going to be getting a lot of video and pictures of her doing a lot worse than walking around naked, so I wasn't going to let her back out of this.
"Should I take gym clothes?" she asked.
"Not today. You won't do a full workout, so you shouldn't need it," I responded. "Let's go."
We went out to a gym that was close to our apartment. The woman at the counter asked if she could help us and I said, "Yes, I'd like to sign Becky up and get her a personal trainer." She called someone over who introduced herself as Veronica. Veronica was dressed in a gym logo tee shirt, and had an amazing set of tits. They had to be 40-DD at least. She seemed to have made use of the gym herself, because she was in fairly good shape. She had reddish brown hair and hazel eyes. She started us through the paperwork, and I asked to meet with the personal trainers they had on staff, explaining that I wanted a woman to work with Becky.
Veronica told me that there were three available here today, and she brought them over. The first was a black woman, tall and lean, whose name was Jane. The second was a white woman, Mickey, with black hair, a little shorter than Jane. The third woman was about as tall as Jane. She had short hair, colored blonde in a very tight pixie cut. She had a slight Russian accent and her name was Nelly.
When they were all together, I explained what I wanted. "I am looking for a personal trainer for Becky. She will be coming in every day, and I want you to meet with her at least twice a week."
Jane looked over at Becky, who had been sitting quietly, and asked, "Becky, what are your goals?"
Becky looked at me, and I shook my head at her. I told Jane, "I am the one hiring the personal trainer. I will be setting the goals and I will be getting status reports. I am the client, not Becky. Becky is simply the one that you will be working with."
Becky looked embarrassed. Veronica looked amused, Jane looked upset, Mickey looked indignant, and Nelly looked intrigued. "Veronica," I said, "I think we will start with Nelly and see how that works out."
"Very well," she said, and Jane and Mickey left us.
"What are your goals for Becky?" Nelly asked me.
I smiled at her and said, "Becky has let herself go. She is starting to gain weight and lose definition, and I want her back to what she looked like 5 years ago.
"In addition, some of her new activities will require significant aerobic activity and a certain degree of limberness," I said, with a wicked smile at Becky, who flushed even more. "She needs to build stamina and flexibility."
"I think I can definitely help her, if she is willing to put the effort in," said Nelly.
"Oh, she will put the effort in. I would like you to send her back to me with a status report after every session. If you feel that she is not working to her full potential, let me know and we can address that at home," I said ominously. "I am sure that I can correct bad behaviors without any problems.
"In fact," I continued, "if she is not behaving herself here, the occasional swat on her behind should motivate her appropriately. Now can you show us around the facility?"
We all stood up, Becky blushing furiously. As she got up, I noticed something about her, so I walked over and whispered in her ear, "I may have to let you wear panties when you are with me just to keep you from ruining too many of your clothes."
With a gasp, Becky put her hands behind her so that she could feel the wet spot where she had leaked onto her skirt. If possible, she turned even redder.
Veronica and Nelly led us out to the main floor. They showed us the free weight section and the classrooms and described some of the classes that she thought might be good for Becky to take. She then led us to the machine room. "Since Becky has not worked out seriously before," Nelly told me, "I think I will start her on some of these machines for weight training as well as the treadmills and bicycles."
"Why don't you put Becky through a few of the machines now, to show her what it will be like?" I asked Nelly.
"She is not really dressed appropriately. With a skirt... ," Nelly started.
"Don't worry about that, just get her into some sample positions," I broke in.
"OK," Nelly said with a smirk. Becky looked like she might make a run for the door. Nelly first put Becky on a machine where she lay face down and hooked her legs under a cushion. She had to lift her legs to lift the weight. The skirt came perilously close to her ass, but nothing inappropriate showed. Veronica and I stood behind her, and Veronica seemed to admire the view as much as I did.
The next machine was situated in front of a mirror. Becky had to sit in a chair and push weight up from her shoulders. Nelly made sure that Becky had correct form, which meant legs far apart and shoulders back and upright. All four of us could see Becky clearly in the mirror, with her chest pushed out, nipples standing at attention, and her pussy clearly visible under her skirt. Nelly made Becky do four repetitions before she could get up.
"Just one more machine to show you today," Nelly said. If Becky thought she would be getting a reprieve, she was wrong. This machine was once again in front of a mirror. On this machine, Becky's knees went on the outside of two cushions, and the goal was to spread her knees as far as she could then squeeze them together.
On the first repetition of this exercise, Becky was so embarrassed that she could not even look at herself in the mirror. She not only showed the hair of her pussy, but her pussy opened completely, showing us all a very wet, very pink, very excited cunt. Nelly made her do ten repetitions before stopping.
"Why don't I show Becky the dressing room?" Nelly asked me.
"Fine," I said.
As Nelly and Becky went into the changing area, I noticed one of the other trainers we had talked to, Mickey, followed her. Veronica asked me, "Is there anything that she won't do for you?"
"I haven't found anything yet, why?" I responded.
"Would you ever consider lending her out?" she asked. "I have to admit that she makes me completely hot."
"Not right now, but give me a few weeks and I might be interested in sharing," I replied.
"Would I have to follow the same rules she does?" Veronica asked.
"Would that be a problem?" I asked, looking directly into her eyes.
Veronica looked at me and shuddered a little bit, but our conversation cut off as Becky and Nelly came out of the changing area.
"All set?" I asked.
Becky nodded, and I told Nelly, "She'll be in each day at about 2:30pm, starting tomorrow. Is that OK with you?"
"That's fine," said Nelly. "I'm not normally here on Sunday's, but I'll make an exception and come in tomorrow. I look forward to working with you, Becky."
"And I look forward to following up on this conversation at a later date," Veronica said to me. "Thank you for signing Becky up."
As we were walking out, I asked Becky, "What happened in the changing room?"
"Mostly Nelly was just showing my around," Becky answered, "But that other trainer, Mickey, came in and kept asking me if I was alright, if you were doing anything bad to me, if I needed help. I just told her I was fine and to leave me alone, but I am not sure if she is convinced."
"And are you fine?" I asked, looking carefully at her. "How do you feel about what has happened this morning?"
Becky looked back at me, a considered expression on her face. "What you did to me in there was utterly embarrassing and humiliating. You treated me like a piece of property in front of all those people. They know that you could do anything to me. You exposed me to them. They saw my pussy! And sir, if a strong wind came by right now and blew over my clit, I would come like crazy!"
We were walking down the hallway to the entrance, and at the moment it was deserted. I grabbed Becky and shoved her to the wall. I jammed a finger up her overheated cunt and put another on her clit. At the same time my other hand went under her tee shirt and grabbed a nipple, while I locked my mouth on hers. Becky's eyes got wide in surprise and alarm for a moment, and then she felt my hands on her. Saying she came would be an understatement. She exploded. She melted. Or at least it felt like she was melting, given all the liquid that was pouring over my hand. After about 30 seconds, she sagged against me and whispered, "Oh, sir."
I straightened Becky up. My hand was soaked when I pulled it out from her skirt, and I held it up to her face. Becky looked at me for a moment and then started sucking on each of my fingers. "Leave some for me," I said, and I sucked the juices of the remaining fingers.
"You did so well in there," I said, "that I am going to take 5 more off your total, so you will only get 10 with the paddle tonight."
"Thank you, sir," Becky said.
As we turned towards the door, I saw that Veronica had followed us out and was watching from the end of the hallway, her hand in her pants. She saw me and she flushed, pulling her hand from her pants. I winked at her, and Becky and I left the gym.
"Sir, what did Veronica mean when she said she would follow up on the conversation later?" Becky asked.
"Oh, she had just asked if she could borrow you for a bit," I responded.
"What! Borrow me! How could she borrow me?" Becky exclaimed.
"You know," I said, "I give you to her for a day and tell you to do whatever she wants," I replied.
"You would do that?" she asked.
"If I did, would you listen to me, and do what she wanted?" I countered.
She was silent for while as we walked along. "I'm not sure, sir. I want to please you, but I don't know what I would do if the situation arose. I'd want to, for you, but I don't know if I could."
She looked at me, worried. I smiled at her. "That was very honest of you, Becky. I told her no, she could not have you." Becky sighed with relief.
"Of course, I also told her that in a few weeks I might share you with her, so you never know." She looked at me in shock, but after a moment smiled and held onto my arm.
"Its getting a little late in the day, and you still have a lot to do," I told Becky. "I think we are going to save most of the clothes shopping for tomorrow. What I want you to do today is buy one outfit for tonight, something that will please me. Do you remember your other errands for today?"
"Yes, sir. I need to go to the salon for my hair, top and bottom," Becky said with a smirk. "Then I need to buy some toys that you'd like. And of course, I need to get that dress."
"That's fine. I am going to go home for a little nap, and then I have to go into the office for a little while. I want you to take care of all your errands, and then we'll have dinner at Max's. Meet me in the bar at Max's at 7:00 to show me your new look."
"All of my new look, sir?" Becky asked me with a grin.
"You will definitely be showing me your entire new look in the restaurant, you cheeky little slut," I replied, grinning back at her. "You can drop your other packages off at the house before you get ready for dinner. I'm very proud of you. You are doing so well."
"Thank you, sir. I love you so much," Becky told me. Then, with a quick she was off on her errands.
I walked into the bar at Max's just after 7:00. I looked around, and didn't see Becky at first. Then she turned around, and I got a good look at her new hairstyle. Becky was sitting on a bar stool, and she was wearing a green wraparound dress that was very short. It was tied in such a way that her cleavage was quite evident, though her breasts were not in apparent danger of falling out. She had gotten the hair just right. It was nearly exactly the color red/orange that I loved, not obviously fake, nor too brown. She'd done good.
Her makeup looked better than I'd seen in a while, and from across the room it looked like she'd gotten her finger and toe nails polished as well. As I walked up to her, she uncrossed her legs, and then, to my surprise, opened them enough so that as I approached I could see right up her dress. The light wasn't great, but it sure looked to me like she had followed my orders to a tee.
When I got to her she remained on the bar stool, but she grabbed me in her arms and pulled me in for a big kiss. She then hugged me, putting her mouth by my ear and said, "Oh, sir, I feel like a new woman. Thank you."
"Let's go get seated," I said. It was early, so there wasn't much of a crowd in the bar, but as Becky gathered her stuff and settled her bar tab, I noticed that a large percentage of the men, and not a few women, were either looking at Becky lustfully or at me enviously.
It really made me think. Had Becky walked into this bar a few days ago she would have turned a few heads, but not attracted this much attention. A new haircut and makeup, a new sexy dress, and most importantly a new more open attitude, and all of a sudden it's like she's a goddess. Isn't life funny?
Becky, oblivious to my chain of thought, got up and said, "Ready?" her eyes sparkling happily. I was, so we went to the restaurant and were seated. We got a small, circular booth, and I seated Becky across from me so that I could look at her.
We placed our drink orders and I picked up the menu. I noticed that Becky had not picked up hers. I looked over at her and asked, "Are you not hungry?"
"Famished," she said.
"Do you know what you want?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"Then shouldn't you be looking at the menu?" I inquired.
"That's not necessary," she said. "You just pick out anything you want for me, and I will eat it."
Boy was I dense. We had done this dance just last night (just last night!) If that was what she wanted, I was fine with that, although I hope she wasn't expecting me to make all her decisions, just the ones I cared about.
I looked at the menu and decided that as I planned to do with Becky, I wanted to try a little of everything. When the waiter came over, I asked that instead of main dishes, I'd like a sampling of appetizers and, if the chef could put together a sampler of main dishes as well, that would be great. He told me he would see what he could do, and off he went.
I looked across the table at Becky. I loved her new look, but there was something else I couldn't put my finger on. Then I got it. She looked happy. As I have mentioned before, Becky was not usually a happy person. She was always upset at something. Now, she simply seemed happy. I pointed this out to her.
"How do you feel, Becky?" I asked, "How do you really feel?"
"I feel so good; I feel so free," she replied. "I don't know why. When I was sitting at the salon, I thought about it a long time. I know I said I wanted to make you happy, and I was doing this for you. But the things that you have done to me, the things that you have put me through already, should have made me furious. Or at the very least, they should have made me feel cheap and used and taken advantage of.
"But they didn't. I feel happy, I feel content, I feel taken care of. You told me you would use me for your pleasure, but since you tried to break up with me, you have had exactly three orgasms while I have had so many that I lost count; certainly more than ten. Do you realize that in less than one day I have had more than ten orgasms?
"And not just ten plain orgasms. Each of them has been better than anything I have had before. How can you be doing that to me? How can you make me feel so good? But you know what? I don't care. How can I be cheap, used, taken advantage of, when I am getting so much out of this?
"And I'll tell you something else. When I am serving you, when I am following your orders, even when I am exposing myself to strange women at your command, I feel good about it. Last night, you told me that I couldn't change into what I didn't want to be, and I said that maybe I wasn't who I wanted be. I was saying that for you, but I realize I was telling an absolute truth. I am not sure who I want to be, but I know that I am happier with who I was last night, who I am today, than I have been for a long time. I don't know if what we are doing will satisfy me forever, but I can tell you for damn certain that I have never been more satisfied in my life!"
And with that she sat back, looking satisfied indeed, and then, as if remembering, looked down at the table and added "Sir."
I reached across the table and table and took Becky's hand. "That is wonderful to hear," I said, kissing her hand. "The only thing that could please me more than having you as a slave is having you as a willing, happy slave. When I tried to break up with you the other day, I thought that even though I truly loved you, I would have to move on to someone who could better satisfy my needs. But having spent a single day with the new Becky, I can't think of anyone that could satisfy my needs more."
I let go of her hand and I leaned back. "That being said, however, this is still a trial period, and I have to warn you that I will be pushing you harder this month that I ever will again. I need to be convinced you are doing, and enjoying, what you say you are; that this won't be a dream that slips away after a few days."
Becky looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes. "Sir, you can test me as much as you want. Push away. I thought about this a lot this afternoon, and I can't imagine anything I won't do for you. The pleasure you give me, the love I feel for you, is worth anything."
"Veronica?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
Becky laughed loudly. "Sir, if it would make you happy I would go down on Victoria on top of a table in the middle of this restaurant during the dinner hour."
Now it was my turn to smile, albeit in stunned amazement. "That would certainly be something to see, but I think a slightly more private setting would be appropriate. However, speaking of displays of wanton and lustful behavior, slide over near me and show me the rest of your haircut."
Becky grinned and slid over. In the process, she hiked up her dress so that it was at her waist. She sat in the booth, facing me so that the table did not block my view, and she spread her legs. Her pussy was absolutely smooth. I could see her clit peaking out, and her fluids glistening on her lips.
"Are you going to mess up this dress like you did your skirt this morning?" I asked.
"Most likely," she replied, grinning back at me.
"Then you just sit there and leave your dress like that for the rest of the meal," I instructed her.
"Yes, sir!" she retorted, and leaned over and kissed me, letting me taste her lipstick, her tongue, and some of her tonsils.
"Now are you ready to tell me about the remainder of your day?" I asked.
"Oh yes sir, I certainly am" she replied.
"Go right ahead then," I told her.
"Well, as you recall, sir, I had to go to the salon, to buy a dress, and to the sex shop. I decided to go to get the dress first. I went to a nice store that I like, but usually don't buy clothes in because they are too young, too sexy.
"A young saleswoman came up to me and asked if I needed help, so I decided what the hell and told her I was not sure what to get, that I tended to dress conservatively, but I needed something that would make my boyfriend have a heart attack. I didn't call you master yet, but when I can, I will! I also told her that I would not be wearing any underwear with it.
"She got real flirty and she picked out a whole bunch of items. When it was time for me to try them on, she asked if I needed help, but I told her no. She reminded me that since I was not going to wear it with underwear for you, I should take off my underwear now so that I could judge the look. Oh, sir, you should have seen her face when I told her I didn't have any underwear anymore.
"I tried on a couple of the dresses, and she insisted that I come out after each one to get her opinion. On one dress, I came out with the back completely undone, right down to my ass, and asked her to help me do it up. In another, I leaned over in front of her and asked if she could see my boobs. She said, 'Oh yes, and they are lovely'."
Becky giggled. "Was I awful?"
I smiled broadly at her. "Remember last weekend, you were trying on some clothes at home, trying to find something you like to wear out? You kept complaining about how you hated your body. Your actions with that saleswoman don't seem to be the actions of someone that hates their body, does it?"
Becky smiled shyly back at me. "I guess not. Oh, no! It must have been awful to hear me complaining all the time. I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?"
"Well," I said, "you are making a good start. To continue, though, why don't you retie that dress a little looser, so that more of your cleavage is visible?"
Becky smiled evilly and untied the string on the side of her dress. She then pulled the dress open, exposing her tit to me, as well as to the waiter who had just arrived with our food.
"Oops," she said. "I guess that was a little too far. Sorry," she retied her dress, this time with her tits in definite danger of falling out.
After the waiter left, which it seemed he was very reluctant to do, Becky leaned far over to me and whispered, "Will you feed my some of the appetizers?" Of course, I could see completely down her dress when she did leaned over, and a glance down showed her bald beaver, still on display.
"Sit back in your seat, you brazen hussy," I ordered her, though my voice had difficulty getting out, and my cock complained that I was insane. "Tell me about the rest of your day."
"Well, after I picked out this dress, I paid for it, and the nice saleslady gave me her card. She wrote her home phone on the back of it, and told me to call anytime I needed anything at all. Maybe I should call her and tell her she can have her way with me if she lets you fuck her in her ass first?"
I realized that I was going to have a very difficult time making it through dinner. This woman was driving me insane. After the last pronouncement, she had picked up a celery stalk from our appetizers and was giving it a very effective blowjob. I half expected to see it come, and I suspected some of the people at the neighboring tables thought so too.
"Stop that, you little slut, and get back to telling my about your day," I told her.
"Sorry, sir," she said, not appearing to be very sorry. "After I left the dress shop, I decided to go to the sex shop first, rather than after I was all made up. Plus, waxing is always painful, and I wanted to put it off as long as possible. So I went to the sex shop. I have never really been in one, and I didn't know what to expect, but the one I was in seemed to have a fairly large selection.
"The guy behind the counter was a little skeevy looking, so I didn't play any games with him, but I did look around a lot. If you don't mind, sir, I'd like to skip describing what I got so that I can surprise you when we get home."
"That's OK with me," I said, "But can you at least tell me if you purchased a paddle?"
"Yes, sir. I know I have discipline with a paddle coming, so I bought a few so that you can pick out the one you feel serves the purpose best."
"That's good, Becky," I said. "What happened when you went to the salon?"
"Well, I went in and arranged for a waxing, a manicure, a pedicure and haircut with coloring. I did the waxing first. I went in and the woman asked me what I wanted. There were a few other workers around, but I said what you told me to. I said, 'I need everything gone below my neck. You need to be sure to do a good job, because I will get one hit with a paddle on my ass for every hair that is left.'
"Needless to say, that got a reaction. The woman doing me looked shocked, but one of the other workers said, 'You should leave some hairs, as long as she lets me watch when she is paddled!'
The waxer hustled me in and started her job. During the process, she whispered to me, 'Were you serious?' I told her that I was, so please be very careful. She actually did look very carefully for hair, even between my legs. It was quite funny, when it wasn't painful. If you think spanking me hurts, you should see what waxing does!"
"So you are recommending that when you need to be punished, I should use hot wax. Mmmmm, that's a thought," I said.
Becky looked horrified. "No that's not what I meant. Oh well, I guess if you want to use hot wax, I'll put up with it.
"After the waxing, the manicure and pedicure and haircut went normally. I hope the color is right. I tried to think about what you seemed to like in the past, but I wasn't sure. If this isn't right, I'll go get it fixed."
"Actually," I said, "it is close to perfect! I didn't realize that you knew what I liked so well, but I appear to be learning! So, it sounds like you enjoyed your day for the most part?"
"Sir," Becky said, "I enjoyed my day completely. Even the parts I shouldn't have liked, like getting my hair pulled out by the roots and having my pussy shown to strangers made me excited, knowing I was doing it for your pleasure. I can't believe that I felt that way, but I did."
"And tomorrow, we go shopping for more clothes," I said. "Do you know if your friend will be in the store that you visited today?"
"I don't know, sir, but I have her home number, and I can call and ask if you'd like."
"Not a bad idea, love. Why don't you do that now?" I asked her.
Becky got out her cell phone and the business card and placed a call. She listened for a minute and said, "It's a machine." I told her to leave a message, and tell the woman that she would be in tomorrow at about 12:00. She did so, and put away her phone.
"And are you looking forward to your workout tomorrow?" I asked. "Do you think I should send you in workout clothes, or in a skirt?"
"Oh please, sir," Becky replied, wide-eyed, "not a skirt! Can you imagine what it would be like with my pussy looking like this?"
"Can you?" I retorted, reaching down and swiping my finger in her extremely wet pussy. Becky jumped, and I put my finger in my mouth and sucked her juice off. "I do believe that you forgot that you were that exposed."
"Oh my god, I did," Becky exclaimed. "I can't believe that I forgot that I was sitting in a restaurant with my pussy on display!"
Getting back to the subject at hand, I asked Becky, "What are you going to do if Nelly or Veronica comes in to watch you change?"
"I guess I'll just go there dressed in my gym clothes," Becky responded.
"No you won't," I said. "You will go there in a skirt and blouse with no underwear. You will go into the changing room, take off all of your clothes, put them neatly in the locker, and then put on your gym clothes. If one of them tries to touch you, however, you may tell them that they have to ask me for permission before they do."
Becky was breathing heavily, clearly excited. "Sir," she said, "would it be OK if we go home soon? I really need you."
"So eager for your paddling, I see"
Becky put her hand to her mouth, having forgotten that detail. Nonetheless, I got the check and had Becky fix her dress and we went home.
When we got home, Becky asked, "Sir, would you mind waiting here while I get the bedroom ready for you?"
"That's fine," I answered.
"Thank you, sir. I'll call you when I am have finished preparing everything for you," Becky told me.
I relaxed for a few minutes, got a drink of water and took the opportunity to think again. Here it was, the end of day one of our thirty-day trial. I had gone into this assuming that Becky would be a little nicer and more thoughtful to me for a while, but she would slowly revert back to being the same high maintenance woman that she had always been.
Well, she was certainly nicer to me; that was a fact. But not just a little. And she was certainly thinking of me, how much I'd find out in a few minutes when I saw the results of her shopping excursion. And if my mind was not playing tricks on me, she had opened the discussion of giving herself to another woman if said woman would allow me to fuck her ass. Somehow, I didn't think a slow reversion to the old Becky was in the cards; if it were slow, it would take a hundred years, because the difference between old Becky and new Becky was not small.
Then I thought about the future. How would this change our lives? I don't think it would change our professional lives much, but we had a number of friends as a couple. We had been living together for two years, so even our personal friends knew both of us. How would we act around them? What would Becky want to be around them?
And I realized that I really cared about that. Despite my wanting to our relationship to be about me, I truly cared what Becky wanted as well. I wanted to push Becky, in some respects I wanted to embarrass her, but only safely. I wasn't sure how to make Becky feel safe and comfortable around our friends, while still maintaining our current relationship. Especially if we lasted the month (something I was beginning to desire more and more) and I marked her as my slave.
Becky called me into the bedroom then, and I just said to myself, "Things have gone completely differently than I ever thought they would. I'll just play it by ear and see what develops; that seems to be working for me so far!"
I walked into the bedroom, and stopped just inside the door. On the floor at the foot of the bed was Becky. She was naked, on her knees. Her legs we spread as we had discussed, and her newly smooth pussy was on display. Her hands were on the floor behind her and her back was arched, presenting her breasts to me. Her head was bowed, looking at the floor by my feet. Behind her, on the bed, was a truly impressive set of toys.
"Sir," Becky said, oddly formally "I have purchased the items on the bed for your pleasure and use. Please feel free to use them, and me, in any way you want. Everything in this room, including me, is here exclusively for you pleasure."
I walked around her to the bed to take a look at what was there. The holidays had certainly come early for me. She had laid everything out artistically. There were a number of items there that I expected to see. As promised, there were a number of paddles. There were also some leather cuffs and handcuffs, a dog collar and a nicer collar, both with leashes and a few blindfolds. There was a set of dildos and butt-plugs called an 'Anal Training Kit', as well as a few other vibrators, including one with a wireless remote control.
But there were some things there that surprised me as well. She had bought some porn, both along slave/spanking lines as well as some anal titles. And then there were the S/M items. There were some leatherwear items that had a lot of straps and rings. There were ball gags. There were nipple clips, a flogger, a crop and a whip!
"Becky," I asked when my head stopped spinning, "were all these things bought with me exclusively in mind, or were some for you?"
"Well, sir," she said, "you've already surprised me with your desires, and I wanted to make sure that you had everything you might want to use."
"And you are OK with me using any of these on you?" I asked.
"I think so, sir," she responded.
"So if I wanted to handcuff you, attach the nipple clips, and whip your tits with the crop, you would be OK with that?" I asked.
"I want to make you happy, sir. It might not be my favorite thing, but I would try and endure to please you." she replied. My head was spinning again.
"OK, Becky," I told her, "While you understand that I want to be in charge in this relationship, there will be many times where I want to know what you want. What I want you to do now is to go over and pick out three items on the bed that are your favorites. And I want you to be completely honest."
Becky looked up at me, and then she stood up and looked over the bed. She stood there for a moment, looking over the choices. Then she reached out and made her selection. She separated out a collar and leash, the leather cuffs and the nipple clips! She presented them to me.
"Becky," I said, "part of serving me is serving me with your mind as well as your body. I need you to be completely open and honest with me. Tell me why you chose those items."
Her face flushed and her head bowed. In a quite voice, she said, she said, "I chose the cuffs so that I could be completely in your control. I chose the collar so that I would feel like I was your pet. And when you spanked me, it hurt, but it made me feel so good. You made me cum by playing with my nipples. I wanted to see what it would be like when you clamped these clips on my nipples. I wanted to know if it would hurt, feel good, or both."
If she didn't stop making my head spin, I would probably pass out. Or maybe it was that there was no blood left in my head, it having all migrated south. I told Becky to turn around, and I placed the cuffs on her wrists, connecting them together behind her back. I then lifted her hair and put the collar on her neck, kissing her neck first.
Before I closed the collar, I said to her, "Becky, this collar is not yours. This is a temporary toy. At the end of the month, if we both have enjoyed ourselves and want to continue, I will get you a different collar, your collar. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she said, and there were tears in her eyes. I kissed her deeply. She could not wrap her arms around me, and in a way, that felt very good, as if I was the one wrapping her in my protection.
"Now," I said when I was done with the kiss, "back to business. Since your arms seem to be unavailable, I'd better clear the bed." I took most of the items off the bed, leaving some in easy reach. One item that I left on the bed was a wicked looking paddle.
"Before you get the punishment that is coming to you, there is one more thing we have to do," I said, and taking her leash, I led her to the living room. I went to the video camera and rewound it. "You were home by yourself today," I said. "Now we'll see how well you obey instructions when you are alone." Her eyes got big.
I put on the TV, and fast-forwarded through us leaving in the morning, and then watched as Becky walked in the door. She seemed to be quite excited as she walked through the living room and went to the bedroom.
"Well, that's two more for not taking your clothes off at the door," I told her. Then we saw her come back out and go to the kitchen and get a drink. She was still dressed. "And three more for remaining dressed in the apartment." In a little while she came back out in her evening clothes and left the apartment.
"Becky, Becky, Becky," I said, "What was the fourth rule?"
"I am not allowed to wear any clothes in the house except those you approve," she said.
"And what clothes have I approved?" I asked.
"My white leather mini," she replied.
"And did I approve the clothes that you were wearing in the video?" I asked.
"No, sir," she responded.
"And what is going to happen as a result?" I asked.
"Five more with the paddle," she said.
"Do you deserve them?" I asked.
"Oh, yes sir. I forgot a rule, and deserve to be punished. Please punish me so that I will remember next time," Becky pleaded.
I reset the video recorder, and I led Becky to the bedroom. I unclipped Becky's hands and had her lie down on the bed, and then I re-clipped her hands above her head.
"Time to see how a good a job your waxer did," I told Becky, and I began to re- explore her body, this time with only my fingertips and my eyes. I checked under her arms, over her nipples (not expecting any, but hey, I'm allowed my fun!), and down her legs. I saved her beautiful, bald pussy for last. Finally, I looked all around her pussy, spreading her lips. I couldn't help it, and took a swipe with my tongue.
Then I had Becky turn over onto her knees, her ass in the air, her hands bound above her head. I inspected her ass and around her asshole as well, taking a swipe of that with my tongue as well. I asked Becky, "How many do you get?"
"Fifteen with the paddle, sir," she responded.
"That is correct, Becky, though we will add six more for the hairs I discovered, though those should really go to your waxer. Oh well, your sexy ass is here, and hers is not," I said. "Another job of yours will be to remember your punishments. Also, if you feel you've done something to incur a punishment when I am not around, it is your responsibility to tell me, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Becky said, "I will track my punishments, and I will tell you whenever I feel I deserve to be punished."
With that, I got undressed, picked up the paddle, took a test swing in the air, then laid the first one on her right ass cheek with a loud crack. Becky screamed and jumped, but settled back down quickly and said, "Thank you, sir."
I put another one on her left ass cheek with the same results. After the first six, her ass was beginning to glow a bright red. By the tenth, she was sobbing, but still saying thank you after each. I continued alternating cheeks till the last one, which I placed squarely between her cheeks, also getting her thighs.
After I was done Becky said, "Thank you, sir, for disciplining me. Oh, sir, please, if you touch my pussy I will come!" So I did. I reached in and ran my fingers between her lips and down to her clit. As soon as I touched her clit she came. As she was coming I sunk two fingers deeply into her, and I could feel her squeezing them tightly. I couldn't take it any more.
I got up behind her, and sunk my cock into her in one stroke. Then I pulled out and rammed her hard, slapping my hips against her red, abused ass. It was just too tempting, so on each stroke I slapped her red ass. I don't think Becky stopped coming from the time I first touched her clit until I dropped my load in her pussy after just a dozen strokes.
After I came, I rolled to my side, taking Becky with me, my cock still embedded in her pussy. I reached down and disconnected her hands, and then reached around her, holding her tit as I spooned her. "I love you," I said.
"I love you, too, sir, and thank you for taking such good care of me," Becky said. I wasn't sure I understood that completely, but I was too tired to think about it. My cock slowly slipped out of Becky's pussy.
"May I go to the bathroom to clean up?" Becky asked.
"No, you may not," I replied, "but you can before you wake me tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir," Becky said, and then slipped out of my grip.
"Hey, where do you think you are going?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I have certain responsibilities," she replied, and she moved down and started cleaning my cock up with her mouth and tongue.
When she was done, she slipped back into my arms so that I spooned her from behind again, and said, "Responsibilities that are pleasures as well." With that, we both fell asleep.
During the night, however, I woke up with another hard on. I wasn't entirely awake, but this wasn't an entirely uncommon occurrence. In the past, I would wake up like this, typically in the middle of a dream, give myself a few strokes with my hand and fall back asleep, back into whatever dream I was having.
This time, I reached down to stroke and I bumped into Becky's ass. I thought, "Hey, why bother with stroking?" so I moved Becky's leg around a little bit, and slipped cock into her again. She wasn't as wet as she had been earlier, but she was far from dry, and I slipped in with no problem.
Becky gave a low, deep moan as I moved myself in and out a few times, but I was really not awake enough for a full fuck, and I shortly fell asleep asking myself, 'How good can this get?'