Chapter 2
Sunday - Day 2
I woke up to the smell of waffles and a warm, wet, sucking feeling on my cock. I luxuriated in it for a few moments, and then looked down at Becky. She pulled off my cock, smiled up at me, and said, "This morning I thought I'd be both your wake- up slut and your serving wench." She nodded to the bedside where there was a plate of waffles and a glass of orange juice (I'm one of those heathens who doesn't drink coffee).
"Would you like for me to continue, would you like to use my body in some other way, or shall I serve you breakfast, sir?" Becky asked. Choices, choices, choices.
"Come up here, you temptress," I told her, and grabbed her on top of me for some serious kissing. When I felt relatively satisfied with the kiss, I turned over and said, "I think I'd like to feed you. Stay right there."
I got the waffles, cut them into small bits, and dunked them liberally in syrup. I took turns putting a piece in my mouth, then another in her. Since she was lying under me, occasional drops of syrup inevitably ended up on her chest, stomach and neck. It was a lot of work, but I made the sacrifice and cleaned it up with my tongue. Somehow I also managed to get some on my cock, which she was kind enough to clean off for me.
When I was done, I had her get on her hands and knees, and I poured a line of syrup from her tailbone to her neck. I then slowly licked up all the syrup, starting from her tailbone (OK, maybe I started a little lower than that) and up to her neck. As I moved up, I lined my cock up with her pussy, and slowly impaled her as I moved my tongue up her back. When I was done cleaning her back, I settled in to a nice, slow fuck.
I was feeling like teasing her today, so I never let her get too close to coming, right until the very end. Right before she was going to come, I pulled out and said, "You know, I think I would like a blowjob this morning." She groaned, but turned around and buried her face in my crotch. She continued the theme of slow and dragged it out for quite some time, before I came hard in her mouth. When I was done, she cleaned me completely, and looked at me expectantly.
"Up," I said, giving her as a quick swat, "we have to get clean and go shopping."
"Yes, sir," she said, and we got into the shower. It was playful as we washed each other, and I got her even more excited, but not enough to help let her cum.
I had Becky get dressed in a skirt that came to mid thigh and a nice v-neck tee shirt. When we were ready to leave, I said, "There is one more thing I'd like you to wear today."
I went to the toys she had purchased the day before, and pulled out the anal training kit. Her eyes widened as I got out the smallest butt plug and the lubricant. "Bend over and put your hands on the bed," I told her.
"Yes, sir," she said quietly. When she was bent over, I pulled her skirt up over her ass. First, I licked and nibbled at it, finding it too sexy to resist. Then, I licked my tongue around her puckered hole. Finally, I lubed the butt plug and inserted it as she grunted.
"Does that hurt," I asked?
"No, sir, but it feels full," she responded.
"Well, that should keep you occupied while we shop," I told her.
She looked over at me and asked, "I have to have this in me while we shop? What about in changing rooms?"
"If someone asks, you may tell them that I am training you to accept my cock in your ass," I instructed her.
She looked back down, took a couple of deep breaths and said, "Yes, sir."
I slapped her ass, put her dress back down, and said, "Let's go."
It was still too early to visit the store where she had shopped yesterday, but we went to a mall. As we proceeded, I could tell that she was walking a little gingerly. "Does it hurt," I asked.
"Not exactly, sir," she replied, "but it's not exactly comfortable, either."
I walked with her a little ways longer, till I came to the alcove where the restrooms were. As it was still early, there was no one around. "I'll tell you what," I said. "If you are not sopping wet, then I will let you go into the restroom and remove it."
She blushed and lowered her head, and I slipped my hand under her skirt. As I suspected, it was like a fountain. I dipped two fingers in her and I could feel the butt plug through the back wall of her pussy. I also flicked her clit, and in just seconds she was close to coming. I pulled out, licked off one of my fingers and presented the other to her.
"So that is uncomfortable?" I asked, as she cleaned off my finger with her mouth.
"I didn't say unpleasant, sir," she smirked at me.
"You'd better be careful, missy, or I'll take you over my knee right here!" I told her.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry," she said, entirely un-chastened.
We continued strolling the mall, looking at dresses and skirts in the various stores. I had her try some outfits on, but all the dressing rooms were private and there was no one worth showing Becky off to. We ended up purchasing a few outfits, but nothing too fabulous, mostly nice skirts and blouses for her to wear to work.
Soon it was time to head over to the boutique she had shopped in yesterday. When we arrived, Becky didn't see the woman from yesterday. I was disappointed, and I could not tell if Becky was disappointed or relieved. We looked around and the clothes here were definitely sexier and more revealing. I had picked out a couple of short skirts with high slits when a voice behind us asked, "Can I help you find something?"
I turned around and looked at the saleswoman. She was dressed professionally in a skirt and blouse and had blonde hair, slightly longer than shoulder length. She had blue eyes and large breasts. A few years younger and she would have been mistaken as a high school cheerleader. When Becky turned around, she said, "Oh, it's you again!"
So this was the saleswoman from yesterday. We introduced ourselves, and her name was Christine. "What are you looking for today?" she asked Becky.
Before Becky could answer I said, "Well, Christine, as Becky told you yesterday, most of her clothes are fairly conservative. Those are no longer acceptable, so I need to pick out clothes for her that please me. Is there anything in this store that you think would please me?"
Christine looked at me, then at Becky, and smiled nervously. "I'm sure there is a lot in this store that you will like," she replied. "What kind of item are you looking for?"
"Absolutely no pants," I said, "or anything that is too difficult to get off or around in a hurry. Becky will be losing a couple of sizes soon, so I don't want to get too much, but what we do get should be tight in all the right places. They should be comfortable, but that is secondary to how it looks to me."
Christine seemed to regain some of her composure and started picking some items out for Becky. I held them up in front of Becky, treating her almost like a mannequin. When we had enough items, I told Christine, "Becky is a little jumpy this morning, so perhaps you could help her get into some of these outfits?"
Christine looked in surprise from me to Becky and finally said, "I'd be happy to."
Then I said, "Becky, follow Christine and try on the outfits. Come out with each of them on so I can decide what you should get."
"Yes, sir," Becky replied.
Christine led Becky into the changing area, and later that day Becky reported to me the following conversation. When they got in the back, Becky began acting submissive to Christine. She asked, "Which outfit shall I try on first?"
Christine knew something was going on, and asked Becky, "What is the deal? Are you really going to let him dress you?"
Becky replied, "I am going to let him do whatever he wants with me."
"What are you, his slave?" Christine asked.
"Oh no, not yet, but I hope to be one day," Becky replied.
"So you do anything that he wants?" Christine asked.
"Yes," was Becky's answer.
Christine moved closer, backing Becky up against the wall. "And if he told you to do what I wanted, would you do it?"
"Yes, if he told me to," Becky replied.
"Maybe I'll ask him for you," Christine said, backing off a little and running her hand down Becky's cheek.
"I'm not sure you'd like that," Becky told her.
"Why not?" asked Christine.
"Because," Becky said, moving forward until it was Christine backed to the wall, "before he'd give me to you he'd want something from you. And I'm pretty sure what he'd want is your ass."
"What do you mean?" Christine asked.
"I mean," Becky replied, "that he would strip you naked, bend you over, and bury his amazing cock deep into that sexy ass of yours." And with that Becky leaned forward and put a quick kiss on Christine's lips. Then Becky backed up, looked at Christine with a twinkle in her eyes, and again asked, "Which outfit shall I try on first?"
Christine regained her composure a little and picked out a short, revealing purple outfit and said, "Try this."
Becky removed her clothes, putting them on the chair behind her. She made sure that she turned around, so that Christine could see the butt-plug still firmly in place. Christine saw, and gasped, "What is that?"
"That is a butt-plug. He is training me to accept his cock in my ass," Becky told her, as I had instructed her to.
"You were serious about what you said before?" Christine asked.
Becky just smiled and put the dress on. Then she left the dressing room and came out to me. I had her turn all around, twirl to see how high the dress went, and then bend over, both towards me and away so that I could see what would be exposed when she did that. When she bent towards me her breasts were completely visible, and all the way down to her bare pussy. When she bent away from me, I could see the lips of her pussy peeking out.
I liked it, but I wanted to see more, so I told her to try on the next one. I noticed that Christine was flushed, and appeared to be perspiring.
As Becky tried on the next dress, Christine looked at her and said, "Your thighs are wet."
Becky was quite getting into the scene, so she said, "I know. When he fucked me this morning he would not let me cum and I am very wound up." Christine was once again shocked as Becky left to show me this outfit.
As she was changing into the next outfit, Christine asked her quietly, "Would it be worth it?"
"Would what be worth it?" Becky asked.
"Would it be worth giving him my ass to have you?" Christine responded.
Now it was Becky's turn to be shocked. She had been having fun teasing, but now it looked like Christine was getting more serious.
"I don't know," said Becky. "I've never been with a woman. Maybe you need to ask him if I'm worth it."
When they came out they both looked flushed. I had Becky twirl for me, and asked Christine, "Do you think she looks sexy in that?"
Christine looked over Becky, licked her lips and said, "Oh, yeah." Becky giggled and headed back to the changing room, pulling Christine with her.
The next dress had a built in push up bra, and as Becky was getting into it, Christine said, "Let me help," and grabbed Becky's breast to place it in the cup correctly.
Becky groaned and said, "Don't let me sit down, or I'll ruin the back of this dress!" Christine gaped at her as Becky came back to me.
As this was the last dress she was to try on, I told Christine, "I'll take this one, the first and the second."
"OK," said Christine, "I'll wrap them up." Becky changed back into her clothes, and Christine wrapped up the dresses as I paid for the purchases.
Before we left, I said, "Wait a minute. Becky, you look more worked up than before we came in here. Did Christine take advantage of you in the changing room?"
"Well," Becky said, "She did kiss me and she fondled my breasts."
"But..." started Christine, before I interrupted her.
"Did you kiss Becky and feel her breasts?"
"Yes, but..." Christine said, before I broke in again.
"Becky is in a vulnerable position and you took advantage of her? Why did you think that you could do that? Maybe it's because Becky was undressed and you are fully dressed, you thought you could use her as you wanted?"
"No, it's just..." Christine started again, but I did not allow her to continue.
"Maybe you need to feel what it is like to be vulnerable? Becky, take off Christine's panties!" I ordered.
Christine's mouth fell open in shock, but Becky went up to Christine and knelt in front of her. Without a word, she reached under Christine's skirt and pulled her panties down. Christine stepped out of them when they reached her feet, clearly still in shock.
Becky held them up for me and said, "It's almost like she wasn't wearing any." They were thin, lacy, nearly transparent and stained with moisture. Christine blushed.
"Not so powerful now, are you?" I asked. "How does it feel to be taken advantage of? Kiss her, Becky."
While the kiss in the dressing room was fairly chaste, this one was not. Becky practically attacked her mouth, and her tongue was moving deeply into Christine's mouth. As she was kissing, I asked, "What else did she do to you?"
Without responding verbally, Becky's hands came up and squeezed Christine's tits. She quickly slipped her hand under her shirt and bra to fondle her nipples.
"That's enough," I said, and Becky immediately stopped. Christine practically swooned.
"Now do you see what you get when you take advantage of innocent women?" I asked. "Let's go, Becky."
I took the packages and started out, but Becky said, "One moment, sir." She ran back and gave Christine a card with her telephone number. "Call me when you are ready to give up your ass," she whispered to Christine before running back to me.
The experience in the dress store left Becky even more hot and bothered. "How do you enjoy that experience, Becky?" I asked.
"Sir, I loved it. I want to do everything you tell me to, but I have to admit, sir, that I particularly liked being in control of Christine. In the dressing room, when I kissed her, I almost came."
"Well, you told me she had kissed you in the dressing room. Are you saying that you initiated it?"
She looked abashed as she said, "Yes, sir."
"And what about the breast fondling? Did she do that, or did you encourage it?" I asked.
"No, sir! She did that on her own. Though I have to admit that I probably helped her feel turned on enough to do it," she answered.
"Well, you will have to be punished for the deception about kissing her, but that will wait. I think it is Christine that should do the punishing for that," I told Becky.
"Yes, sir," Becky responded.
"So, do you think you would like to treat Christine as I treat you?" I asked.
"Oh, yes sir. In fact, if we keep talking about it I may come without you touching me!" was Becky's response.
"Well, we mustn't have that," I said. "Let's go home and get changed for the gym." When we got home, I told Becky that I had changed my mind, and that she should change before we left. I allowed Becky to change into her gym outfit, a little workout piece in grey sweat suit material that covered her breasts tightly and was large enough to cover her pussy and ass.
Before we left I said, "You lied to me about what happened in the dressing room, and as a result I forced Christine to accept a kiss from you. I will allow Christine to punish you for that, but there is the matter of your punishment for lying to me. I want you to suck me now."
"Yes, sir!" Becky said eagerly, and went to work. In a short time her talented mouth had me ready to come. Just before I did, I pulled her off me, and to her surprise, threw her on the bed. I pulled aside the gusset of her exercise outfit and shoved my cock into her steamy pussy in one stroke. She groaned, but two strokes later I pulled out till just the head of my cock was in her and I came in her, not allowing her a chance to come herself.
I got off of her and put her outfit back into place. She said, "Please, sir, can I make myself come?"
"Sure," I replied, "just as soon as you finish your workout."
She groaned, but we went to the gym.
When we got to the gym, Veronica greeted us. "Ready for your workout?" she asked Becky.
"I think so," Becky replied, as Nelly came up.
"OK then," Nelly said, "Let's get started."
I sat with Veronica as Nelly put Becky through her paces. First, she did twenty minutes on the treadmill. Then Nelly sat down in front of the mirrors at one of the workout machines. She looked at herself in the mirror and then whirled towards me, finally realizing the extent of her punishment. The crotch of her workout suit was soaked with my cum.
"Your friend looks a little excited," Veronica said to me. "Is she always this excited about working out?"
I looked at Veronica as I considered her. She was certainly attractive, and she had expressed interest in borrowing Becky. I wasn't ready to lend her out, but I was interested to see where she would go with this.
"It isn't her juices leaking out, it's mine," I told Veronica.
"Really? Didn't she want to clean up before wearing that?" Veronica asked.
"Well, what she wanted is not really relevant. However, she is being punished for lying to me, so she was not allowed to clean herself up," I said.
"What did she say to deserve this?" she asked, pointing to Becky, who was on a machine with her legs spread and the wet crotch of her workout suit sticking to her pussy lips.
"She told me that a woman had kissed her, when she had been the one to initiate the kiss," I said.
"So she kisses other women, and you are OK with that?" she asked.
"When the other women do as I tell them," I told Veronica.
"And what did this other woman have to do?" she asked.
"Well, if she wants Becky, and she does, she will first have to give up her ass to me, and then she will belong to Becky," I replied.
At this point, Veronica's large nipples were clearly visible under her shirt, and she was squirming in her seat.
"And what would someone have to go through to have Becky belong to them temporarily?" Veronica asked.
I thought about that for a few minutes, and then I said, "No matter who comes into our house, and their relationship with Becky, it has to be clear that I am in charge. If someone wanted to be dominant to Becky, they would first have to spend a weekend demonstrating their submissiveness to me."
She looked at me for a while, and then she looked down and said, "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for chatting. I'll see you later," and off she went. I hung out until Becky was done.
When Becky was finished her workout, I asked Nelly how she had done. "She is doing fine. She is working hard, and if she keeps this up, we can get her body in great shape."
"Great," I said, "she'll come by tomorrow after work. Does she know what to do?"
"Yup, and I'll see her again on Wednesday," Nelly told me.
I took Becky home. As soon as we got in the door, she stripped off her clothes. I took her and put her in the shower. I washed her body all over, and spent a long time on her hair. "I want you to know that I think you are doing really well, and you are making me very happy," I told Becky.
"Thank you, sir, I am trying," she responded.
"Are you enjoying yourself as well?" I asked.
"Surprisingly, I am. I feel good about my workout, and I enjoyed my time shopping," she told me. She lowered her eyes and whispered, "I even enjoyed my punishment, all parts of it, sir."
I smiled and asked, "Did Nelly say anything to you about it?"
"She said it looked like I was really enjoying working out, but I told her that it was more like you were really enjoying me. You are really enjoying me, aren't you?"
"You know I am, you sweet little thing!" I said. "And how do you feel about Christine?"
"I enjoyed playing with her, sir," she said.
"Would you want to take it further?" I asked.
"I think so, sir," she replied.
"Have you ever done anything with a woman before?" I asked.
"You know I haven't, sir!" she exclaimed.
"How do you think I would feel, watching the two of you together?" I asked.
Becky smirked at me and said, "I think it would turn you on, and you wouldn't know which one of us to fuck first!"
"And how would you feel watching me fuck another woman?" I asked.
Her expression turned serious, and she said, "Sir, a week ago I would have wanted to cut your balls off. Hell, a week ago I could not imagine calling you sir, sir. However, I think we have both changed. If I was there with you, I would not only be OK with you fucking her, or even someone else, I would put your cock into them myself. Even if I were not with you, I would not be concerned, because I know that no one can please you like I do. I have only one request, sir."
"And what is that, my little slut?" I asked.
"Please don't fuck anyone else in the ass before you do me? You never had anyone else in the ass, and I want to give you my anal virginity for your first time. Please, sir," Becky pleaded.
Once again, she had shocked me. "Becky, my dear," I said, "not only will you be the first ass I have, but I promise you that I will not sleep with anyone other than you, unless you are present or I have told you in advance. I do love you, and I can't imagine anyone else satisfying me the way you do."
Becky smiled up at me, and we kissed deeply. Then I swatted her on her ass and I told her, "Now let's get out of here and relax the rest of today."
I had Becky put on her in home wear, the short white mini skirt, I ordered out for food, and we relaxed on the couch. When the delivery person arrived, I got up to pay, but I had Becky stay on the couch, in full view of the door, wearing just her skirt. I loved how red her face got, and I'm sure the delivery guy loved it as well.
After the movie and dinner, I took Becky to bed and I slowly made love to her. I held her tight afterwards, and told her that I loved her. "Tomorrow is a work day, and things go a little back to normal. How do you feel about that?" I asked Becky.
"Oh my god!" Becky exclaimed. "I can't wear underwear to work, can I?"
I shook my head no.
"I am going to feel very weird at work, but I'll do whatever you want, sir," she said.
"And when you get home from work tomorrow, what are you going to do?" I asked.
"I'm going to go to the gym, and then I'm going to come home and change into my house clothes and wait for you to come home so that you can use my body as you want," she said.
"Very good," I said. "Now roll over on to me and go to sleep. You have to get up early." And that is what we did.