Becky's Story
                               
                                 Part 3
                        
                        My First Weekend with Anne
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    I was at the right place, and it was the right time, but Leo was
almost 10 minutes late. It would have been our fourth meeting, and I
was eager for the new delights and agonies Leo would show me. Since Leo
came into my life, I thought of the five days I had to spend at school
each week, away from him, as my torture. I lived for the weekends, for
the whips, the humiliations, the long hours spent holding painful
positions and performing difficult tasks, and the way Leo used my body,
slowly and selfishly, with total disregard for what I wanted or needed.

    
    My diet cola was almost gone. I debated ordering another one, but
decided against it. Firstly because I hated diet cola, which is why I
had to drink one while I waited for Leo each Friday. Secondly because I
was sure Leo would be along any moment, he'd never been late before.
    
    I was lost in thought, thinking about the new things Leo had taught
me the previous weekend, and which he would surely test me on that
evening. It startled me when I looked up and saw her standing beside
me. "Hello, Anne," I said softly.
    
    It was the first time I had seen Anne since my first weekend at
Leo's. On subsequent visits, I always felt both relief and
disappointment when I arrived at Leo's and didn't see Anne's sports car
in the driveway or inside the garage. The first time I asked Leo to let
me see his naked pictures of Anne again, he refused. The next time I
asked, he forbade me to ask again. When I begged him to show them to me
the weekend after that, he whipped my ass so hard that it was difficult
for me to sit down for several days. That was the first time Leo had
broken my skin during a whipping, and I never mentioned the pictures
again after that.
    
    Anne was wearing a coat that mostly hid the contours of her amazing
body. Nevertheless, I concentrated very hard on keeping my eyes locked
to hers, still remembering my embarrassment when she caught me admiring
her breasts at our first meeting. Seeing her again made me feel warm
all the way down to my pussy, but I doubted she was interested in
making me feel good. "Are you here with Leo, Anne?" I asked. "I was
supposed to meet him here."
    
    She pulled out a chair and sat down across from me, then looked at
me silently for what seemed like a long time. I was afraid to speak
again without her permission, so I sat and waited with my eyes lowered.
Taking a piece of paper out of her coat pocket, she unfolded it and
slid it across the table to me. "I know why you're here," she said.
"Read this." Before I read a word I knew the note was from Leo, in his
handwriting. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Taking
a deep breath, I read the note.
    
    "Becky, I've been called out of town on urgent business. I was
going to cancel our session, but Anne has generously offered to use you
for the weekend. She will return you to school Sunday night. Until
then, you will obey her just as you would me. She has my permission to
discipline you as she sees fit. In addition, I will receive a full
report from her on your behavior, and I will punish you severely if
Anne is not pleased with your performance. Leo."
    
    When I finished reading the note, I was trembling and my pussy was
wet. I knew this would eventually happen, but I always assumed it would
be done face to face. Nothing that Leo had ever said or done to me made
me feel less like a person, and more like an object, than that note. I
was nothing but an attachment, passed from one user to another. Whoever
had the note had me. 
    
    I kept my eyes glued to the note, I was too afraid to look up at
Anne. "Do you agree that you are mine for the weekend?" she asked.
    
    "Yes, Anne," I whispered.
    
    "Look at me and say the words," she said.
    
    I looked up and met her gaze, then said, "I'm yours for the
weekend, Anne." She smiled, hearing the fear in my voice.
    
    "There's one very important thing you need to know up front," Anne
said. "I'm sure you understand by now that Leo will cause you as much
pain as required to obtain your obedience, but he doesn't get a lot of
pleasure from your pain. I do. I like whipping little sluts like you. I
will enjoy your tears and your screams and your begging, and I will
enjoy looking at the marks I'm going to put on your body this weekend."
    
    She paused to let that sink in. I couldn't control my fear, my
hands were visibly trembling.  Then she continued, the hard edge gone
from her voice. "I try very hard to be objective and even-handed,
Becky. But in truth I'm always looking for an opportunity to use the
whip. This will be a rough weekend for you, even if you perform well,
so you will be well-advised not to give me any excuse to punish you. Is
that clear?"

    I tried to answer, but I couldn't speak. After a second, Anne said
in a low, menacing voice, "I asked you a question, slut."
    
    I tried again to speak, and again I failed. I cleared my throat
several times, and then I was able to whisper, "Yes, Anne." I was
terrified at the thought of what Anne could do to me, of what she had
just promised she would do to me, and my weak, trembling voice conveyed
that fact perfectly. I was also afraid I was going to cum.
    
    "Are you dressed as Leo requires?" she asked.
    
    "Yes, Anne, I'm dressed as Leo requires," I whispered.
    
    "Show me," she said. I glanced at the bar, to see if anyone was
looking at us. "It's not them you need to be concerned with, slut,"
Anne said. I quickly unbuttoned my coat and opened it for her
inspection.
    
    "Take the coat off," Anne said.
    
    I took off my coat and put it in the chair next to me, then sat
with my arms at my sides while Anne inspected me. I was wearing a sheer
white blouse over a very short red skirt. The blouse was unbuttoned to
my waist, showing a three-inch wide strip of bare skin, including a lot
of breast. My nipple clips were clearly visible beneath the blouse.
    
    "Show me the rest," she said. I spread my legs and lifted up the
hem of my skirt, then waited. Anne smiled, amused at how badly my hands
were shaking. She looked under the table at my freshly shaved pussy,
and at my erect clit and the little metal sleeve that kept it that way.
"How long have your attachments been on?" she asked.
    
    "I'm not sure, Anne, I guess they've been on about an hour," I said.
    
    "Look at me, slut," she said. I looked into her eyes. In an almost
friendly voice, she said, "I need to know how long you've worn them, so
I won't leave them on you for too long, do you understand?" I nodded.
"From now on, when you put on your nipple clips and your cute little
clitty collar, check and remember the time, Ok?"
    
    "Yes, Anne, I'll remember the time when I put on my attachments
from now on," I said.
    
    "Lower your skirt, slut, we're leaving," Anne said, picking up my
coat as she stood. I followed her out of the bar, holding my head
straight and keeping my eyes lowered so I wouldn't see if anyone was
staring at me. As we reached the door, a man's voice asked why we were
leaving.
    
    As I followed Anne down the sidewalk toward her sports car, I kept
telling myself that it was very unlikely anyone I knew was in this part
of town, and it didn't matter if I looked like a whore to strangers.
But it did matter, and it took every ounce of my willpower to keep
walking behind Anne. With Leo, my humiliation had always been a private
matter between him and me; but Anne clearly wanted to humiliate me in
public, and I had no choice but to endure it.
    
    As we approached the rear of Anne's car, I breathed a sigh of
relief. Soon I'd be in the car, and the few passers-by, who were now
standing and watching me, would have nothing more to stare at. Anne
stepped off the curb and walked to the driver's door of her car, and I
walked up to the passenger door and waited. "What are you doing?" Anne
asked, sounding mildly exasperated.
    
    I didn't know what I had done wrong, but I knew I was about to find
out. "I'm waiting to get into the car, Anne," I said quietly.
    
    "Well, I'm waiting for you to get your ass over here and open my
door," she said.
    
    "I'm so sorry, Anne," I said as I rushed around the rear of the
car. "I didn't know you wanted me to do that, Anne, I never did it for
Leo." I knew that last part was a mistake the moment the words left my
mouth.
    
    "Listen to me, you stupid slut," Anne said, loud enough for the
gawkers to hear, "I'm not Leo. You're my property this weekend, not
Leo's. You'll provide the quality of service I require, or you'll pay a
heavy price." I was standing in front of her, my eyes lowered,
trembling with fear and humiliation. She roughly took my chin between
her thumb and forefinger and pulled my head up. When I met her gaze,
she said, "Do you understand me?"
    
    "Yes, Anne, I understand," I whispered. "I'm very sorry, Anne. I'll
try very hard to serve you as you require, Anne."
    
    "Listen carefully, slut, here's what I require," she said. At least
she had lowered her voice a little, I doubted anyone but me could hear
her. "You will open my door, then stand aside while I enter the car.
You will close my door and walk quickly to the other side of the car,
where you will wait beside the passenger door until I lower the window.
You will then bend at your waist, keeping your legs straight, until you
can see my eyes. At that point you will beg my permission to sit in my
car, and then you will hold your position until I give you my answer.
Is that clear?"
    
    What was clear was that Anne was going to make me hold that pose,
bent at my waist with my pussy clearly visible below the raised hem of
my miniskirt, for a long time. "Yes, Anne, it's clear," I said. She
nodded down at her door. I quickly opened the door and held it until
she had climbed into the driver's seat. "May I please close your door
now, Anne?" I asked. 
    
    "Yes you may, Becky," Anne said. She smiled up at me and added,
"Asking that question is the first thing you've done right this
afternoon, congratulations."
    
    "Thank you, Anne," I said as I closed the door. I quickly walked
around the front of the car and waited at the passenger door. I was
happy to see that most of the people whose attention we'd attracted
were starting to lose interest. They probably thought we were doing
some kind of street theater, and they were getting bored.
Unfortunately, there were still a couple of men on the sidewalk who
would soon have a perfect view of my pussy.
    
    Anne made me wait for a few seconds, then she operated the switch
that lowered the passenger window. When the window was down all the
way, I took a deep breath. Then, keeping my back perfectly straight, I
bent deeply at my hips until I could see Anne's eyes. "Anne, may I
please open the door and get into your beautiful car?" I asked.
    
    "I thought I told you to beg," she said. "All you did was ask me a
question."
    
    "I'm sorry, Anne," I said. Taking another deep breath, I said,
"Anne, I know I'm not worthy to sit in your car, but would you please
have mercy on me? I know I make a poor, pathetic servant, Anne, but if
you will please let me get into the car and come with you, I promise to
do my very best to please you in any way you wish. It would mean a lot
to me if I could spend the weekend in your service, as your slave,
Anne, please let me get in the car."
    
    She looked at me, then looked away. "That was pathetic. I don't
know if I even want you, if that's the best you can beg," she said. She
pretended that she was trying to decide, meanwhile I became distracted
by the discussion going on behind me, concerning the appearance of my
pussy. As I returned my attention to Anne, she was removing her coat,
and the focus of my attention shifted to her beautiful breasts, barely
concealed under one of her silk-scarf tops. She was also wearing a pair
of bright red hip-hugger hot pants, almost the exact color of my skirt.
    
    Anne looked at me and saw that I was staring at her breasts. That
made her angry. "Get in the car right now, you horny little slut," she
said. As soon as I was seated and had closed the door, Anne said,
"Strip, slut."
    
    My peripheral vision told me that the remaining gawkers were
starting to lose interest, now that my pussy was out of view. If I
could stall Anne for a few seconds, there would be no one left to watch
me strip. "I'm sorry I stared at your breasts, Anne," I said. "They are
so beautiful, I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you, Anne, your
breasts are perfect."
    
    "I dress to please myself, slut, and I don't like being ogled by
the likes of you," Anne said. "You've earned your first punishment from
me, for staring at my breasts, and you'll be punished again every time
I catch you looking at any part of my body below my neck. Is that
clear?"
    
    "Yes, Anne, I'm very sorry I offended you," I said, my eyes locked
on Anne's. "Please punish me severely, I'm not worthy to look at your
beautiful body."
    
    Anne said, "Damned right you're not, and you can bet you'll be
punished severely. Now get out of those clothes, slut, so we can get
started with your weekend." I bent down and released the ankle straps
on my shoes, then slipped them off. After unfastening the snap at the
side of my waist, I lowered the zipper and then raised my ass off of
the seat while I slid the skirt down my legs. My blouse wasn't
buttoned, I simply shrugged it off of my shoulders and pulled my arms
out of the sleeves. Anne told me to put my clothes on the floor behind
my seat, which I did.

    Anne turned and looked at me, slowly scanning my naked body from
head to foot. Then she opened the car's center console and took out a
leash. It was metal, and only about 18 inches long, but it looked
heavy. With the clasp of the leash in her hand, she reached down to my
pussy and attached it to the small ring that was part of my clit
sleeve. Then she said, "I know that Leo's told you he won't accept you
as his slave until you finish your training. But for this weekend,
little Becky, you are my slave, and all the training you'll get from me
is my whip on your flesh if you don't obey me perfectly and perform to
my satisfaction. Now, I want to hear you say that you are my slave."
    
    I felt my heart pounding. I was so terrified that I wasn't even
sure I could speak. Looking into Anne's cold eyes, I took a deep breath
and whispered, "I am your slave, Anne." In spite of my extreme fear, it
gave me a thrill to say that to her.
    
    That made Anne smile, but only for a moment. She held up a
blindfold. "I don't want you staring at my body while I'm driving," she
said. "Pull up on the lever on the right of your seat and lean back,
then put on the blindfold. I took the blindfold from her in my left
hand, then reached down and pulled the lever. The back of my seat
lowered smoothly until I was lying horizontally. I slipped the
blindfold over my head and adjusted it until it was comfortable over my
eyes. "Clasp your hands behind your head and spread your legs," Anne
said. After resting my head on my clasped hands, I spread my legs until
my knees were pressed against the car's center console on my left and
the passenger door on my right. "Now keep quiet and enjoy the ride,"
she said, "it's going to be the only relaxation you'll get this
weekend."
    
    Anne started the car and began driving. I had no idea where she was
taking me. Considering the way she had treated me in public, I couldn't
begin to imagine what Anne would be like in private, although I was
certain it would involve more pain and humiliation than I had ever
experienced with Leo. My heart was pounding and my pussy was wet.
Whatever she was going to do to me, I wanted it more than I had ever
wanted anything. Trying to calm myself, I began doing some of the
breathing exercises I had learned in my yoga classes.

    As she drove, Anne kept the end of my leash in her hand, and
occasionally she would give it a gentle tug. Every pull on the leash
made me gasp in pain, since the leash was fastened to the metal sleeve
around my clit. But the pain she was causing me was incidental to Anne,
she just wanted me to understand that I was under her complete control.
    
    It was a long drive, and Anne didn't speak to me again until we
arrived at her home. I could tell from the sound that she had driven
into a garage, and then I heard the garage door closing behind us. "I'm
ready to get out of the car, slave," Anne said.
    
    "May I sit up and take off my blindfold, Anne?" I asked.
    
    "That's the general idea, slave," she said. "Otherwise, you can't
very well get your ass around to this side of the car and open my door,
can you?" I quickly raised the seatback and pulled off the blindfold.
As I opened my door and got out of the car, I felt a severe pain in my
pussy. I had forgotten about Anne's leash, it's considerable weight was
now hanging from the metal collar surrounding my clit.
    
    I cried out from the pain, and my first instinct was to take the
leash in my hand and relieve my clit of the heavy weight. I came very
close to doing that, but then I realized that was what Anne wanted, so
she could claim another reason to punish me. I closed my door and began
walking around the car to the driver's side, and the strain on my clit
from the chain swinging and hitting my legs brought tears to my eyes.
    
    I opened Anne's door and stood holding it. She looked up at my
tear-filled eyes, smiling. "Hand me the end of your leash, slave, I'm
ready to reclaim my property," she said. I bent at my hips, causing
additional pain in my clit, until I could reach the lower end of the
leash. I took it in my hand, then laid the leash in Anne's open palm.
    
    "Very well done, slave," she said. She got out of the car and stood
still, holding my leash in her hand.
    
    "May I please close your door, Anne?" I asked.
    
    "Yes you may, Becky," Anne said. Then she grinned at me. "You just
might survive this weekend after all," she added. As soon as I closed
the driver's side door, Anne began walking to a door at the side of the
garage. Being on a very short leash, and my clit already suffering from
it's weight, I hurried to keep up with her.
    
    As she led me through the door, from the garage into her house,
Anne said, "I guess we should get your first punishment out of the way
right now." She stopped walking, and I stopped right behind her. Then
she let go of my leash, causing me to cry out in pain. Turning to face
me, Anne said, "I expect you to keep your pain to yourself, Becky.
Unless I've given you permission to make noise, you will accept your
pain in silence, do you understand?"
    
    My eyes were watering from the pain in my clit. "Yes, Anne, I'll do
my best to remain silent, unless you've given me permission to make
noise," I said.
    
    "There was nothing in my instruction about doing your best, slave,"
she said. "I said you were to endure your pain silently, and that's
what you'll do. Now wait here while I get the key to your clitty
collar." She turned and walked toward the door at the far end of the
room. I couldn't help myself, I stared at her perfect ass and her long,
gorgeous legs until she was out of sight. It was stupid and risky, Anne
could have looked over her shoulder at any moment and I would have
earned a second punishment. But she didn't look back, even though she
must have known I'd be watching her.
    
    As soon as Anne was out of sight, I began examining my surroundings
for the first time. It was something Leo had taught me, he said it was
a way to stay in the present. Don't think about the whipping you're
about to receive, and all the whippings after that. Don't think about
whether or not you can summon the strength to remain silent during
those whippings. Don't think about the likelihood that you'll be kept
in a state of intense sexual arousal, without release, for the whole
weekend. Just concentrate on where you are and what you're doing at the
moment.
    
    There wasn't much to see in the room I was in. It was similar to
the first room I had seen in Leo's house, but it wasn't that room.
While we were in the car, it had crossed my mind that Anne might be
taking me to Leo's house; but once I had removed my blindfold in the
garage, I knew we weren't at Leo's. I was standing in a combination of
laundry room and pantry. Unlike Leo's laundry room, there were signs of
a woman's touch here, even in such a utilitarian room. To start with,
the washer and dryer were both light blue. The rest of the room, the
walls, trim, and cabinet doors, were done in pastels, and there were
flower baskets hanging from several hooks in the ceiling. It didn't
take me long to realize that the hooks holding the flower baskets
looked strong enough to hold me as well.
    
    It seemed like Anne was gone for a long time, she was probably
giving me ample time to contemplate my punishment. Finally I heard
footsteps, and then she reappeared. I concentrated very hard on only
looking at Anne's face, but my eyes were drawn to the whip she was
carrying in her right hand. When I caught myself and locked my eyes
back on hers, she smiled at me.
    
    Walking up to me, Anne stopped with her breasts inches from mine.
My heart was racing, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Finally,
after a long pause, she said, "I'm ready to reclaim my property, slave,
why are you making me wait?" I looked down and saw her open left hand.
Bending at the waist, as I had done in the garage, I felt my hair graze
Anne's breasts. Taking the end of my leash, I straightened up and
placed it in her open palm. She closed her hand on the leash, then
said, "Well done again, Becky. Now, are you ready for your first
punishment?"
    
    I had to force the words out. "Yes, Anne," I rasped. "I'm ready to
receive my punishment." She bent down and unclipped the leash from my
clit sleeve, then dropped it to the floor. She then held the key to the
sleeve in front of my face. I took the key, then bent down and
carefully removed the metal sleeve from my raw, tender clit. Anne held
out her left hand again, palm up, holding a leather clit sleeve, the
kind Leo usually had me wear while I was at his house. I put the key
and metal sleeve in her hand, took the leather sleeve, and began the
painful task of stretching my clit, wrapping the sleeve around it, and
securing the tiny velcro straps.
    
    "You'll wear it until bedtime, now hand me your nipple clips," Anne
said. Taking a deep breath, I removed both nipple clips at the same
time, then waited for the rush of intense pain that always came. Anne
smiled at me again. "I'm already getting wet from seeing you in pain,
Becky," she said, "I think I'll get out of these clothes. You may
undress me now."
    
    I hadn't expected that. Hesitantly, I reached out to unfasten her
hot pants. "Start with the top," she said. She remained where she was,
facing me. I didn't know if I was supposed to reach around her to
release her top, actually just a knotted silk scarf, but I thought it
was safer not to do that. My eyes watering from the still-growing pain
in my nipples, I walked around behind Anne and carefully untied her
top. Then, as she raised her arms slightly, I undraped it from her
breasts, being careful not to touch her skin. Returning to face her,
with the scarf in my hand, I concentrated very hard on not looking down
at the perfect breasts in front of me. My eyes locked on Anne's, and
trying not to contact her flesh with my hands, I unfastened her shorts,
then quickly knelt at her feet and, with my head bowed, pulled the
shorts down her legs. Stepping out of her shorts, she said, "I'll leave
my shoes on, you may stand now."
    
    I picked up the leash and Anne's discarded shorts and stood, again
locking my eyes on hers. "Put them on top of the washer," she said.
After doing that, I returned and waited in front of her. I could see
Anne's breasts in my peripheral vision, overwhelmingly close and
desirable, and all I wanted to do was to look down at them. If I had
allowed myself to think about it, I would have also wanted to touch
them, kiss them, lick them, and feel her nipples on my lips and tongue.
It took every ounce of my willpower to keep looking into her eyes.
    
    Anne stood silently for a long moment, then said, "Here's how it
works, slave. If I catch you looking at my breasts, I'll whip your
breasts. If I catch you looking at my pussy, I'll whip your pussy. And
so on, do you get the idea?" I told her I understood. "Good, then for
your first punishment you will be whipped on your breasts, your ass,
and the backs of your thighs."
    
    I should have kept quiet, but she had caught me off guard. "How did
you know?" I asked.
    
    With an evil grin, Anne said, "I didn't, until now." She paused,
then added, "And we'll have to add a few extra strokes, because you
failed to address me properly just now. Do you need a bathroom break
before we begin?"
    
    I had to pee very badly, but I had been afraid to ask to use the
toilet. Actually, I was too afraid to ask for anything. "Yes, Anne, may
I please use the toilet before we begin?" I replied.
    
    Nodding toward the door, Anne said, "First door on the right. Make
it quick."
    
    "Yes, Anne, I'll be quick, thank you," I said, moving toward the
door. It was only when I started walking I realized that my legs felt
weak. I was trembling all over. It was partly from fear, of course, but
it was also because I had been on an adrenaline high since Anne and I
had left the bar together. I was excited in every way to be in her
presence, let alone under her control. I remembered Leo's words on our
first weekend together, when he told me that if I ever became afraid of
him, I should leave him and never come back. Leo had never done
anything that really scared me, except when I mistakenly thought he was
going to leave me outside overnight, naked, in an unheated metal box.
But I was already terrified of Anne, and she hadn't done anything to me
yet. I longed to feel her whip on my flesh, and I knew there was
nothing she could do to me that would make me want to leave her.
    
    The bathroom was right next to the laundry room. As soon as I
walked through the door, I saw the litter box on the floor. I had
wondered about it while reading Leo's note, but seeing the litter box
made me certain. I didn't know whether or not Leo had really been
"called out of town," but I knew my weekend with Anne wasn't a
spur-of-the-moment thing, it had been planned. So much the better, I
thought. Leo knew I was fascinated with Anne, and now he was giving me
a chance to have this experience. Thank you, Leo.
    
    I had just positioned myself over the litter box when Anne appeared
at the bathroom door. My eyes were immediately drawn to the whip in her
right hand, but then I caught myself and locked my eyes onto hers. She
smiled, then said, "Lace your fingers together behind your head."
    
    As I put my hands behind my head and interlocked my fingers, I
wondered if she was going to start whipping me while I was on the
litter box. Apparently she wasn't, she remained standing in the doorway
while her eyes roamed up and down my body. Finally she said, "I can see
the effects of your exercise program, you have much better muscle tone
now than at our first meeting."
    
    I couldn't help smiling. "Thank you, Anne," I said.
    
    "You have a long way to go," she said, negating the earlier
compliment. "I like the way your breasts are lifted, with your hands
behind your head. You'll hold that position whenever you aren't using
your hands for anything."
    
    "Yes, Anne," I answered, no longer smiling.
    
    "Hurry up," Anne said. It was hard with her standing there watching
me, but after a few moments I was able to start peeing. "Tell me what
you and that Marisa creature do together," she said.
    
    She had surprised me again. "Marisa is my yoga instructor, Anne," I
answered.
    
    Her expression hardened. "I don't care about your yoga lessons,
Becky," she said, "tell me what else you do."
    
    I hesitated, not knowing how to answer. Finally I said, "Anne, Leo
has ordered me never to discuss my training with anyone. I would be
disobeying him if I answered your question. Please don't make me
disobey Leo, Anne."
    
    That made her angry, as I feared it would. "You have two choices,"
she said. "First, you can refuse to tell me what I want to know. In
that case, you won't be in any shape to return to class on Monday, or
for many days afterward. Second, you can answer my questions fully. In
that case, after I tell Leo what happened this weekend, he will punish
you for disobeying him, and then he will tell you that in the future
it's Ok for you to tell me anything I want to know. Choose now."
    
    "Marisa is teaching me how to make love to a woman, Anne," I said.
    
    Anne's smile returned. "And is she making love to you also?"
    
    "No, Anne, Leo has forbidden Marisa to do that," I answered.
Realizing that I had finished peeing, I added, "May I get up now,
Anne?"
    
    "Not yet," she answered. She closed the few steps between us, until
she was standing right in front of me. Her pussy was inches from my
face, and I concentrated with all of my strength to keep looking up,
past her breasts and into her eyes. "Do you know why you're being
trained to make love to a woman?" she asked.
    
    "No, Anne," I said softly. "I assume it's so I'll know how to
please you."
    
    "And what are the chances you'll ever be able to do that?" There
was more than a little sarcasm in the question.
    
    "I don't know, Anne, but I would really like to try," I whispered.
    
    "Get up and clean your litter box," Anne said.
    
    I tried to stand, but with my hands clasped behind my head I lost
my balance and had to drop back down onto the litter box. Anne laughed
at me. "Clumsy," she said. "I told you to keep your hands behind your
head unless you needed to use them. If you can't stand up like that,
then you need your hands, don't you?"
    
    "Yes, Anne, I'm sorry," I whispered as I got to my feet. Anne
returned to the doorway, then watched me with a smile as I scooped up
the clump of my pee and deposited it in the toilet. After washing my
hands in the basin, I turned to face Anne, awaiting her instructions.
    
    "What an idiot," Anne said, sounding exasperated. "You're not using
your hands any more, so why aren't they behind your head?" I quickly
clasped my hands behind my head as I apologized. "I'm beginning to
think you're trying to provoke me, Becky," she said. "Is that your
goal?"
    
    I could feel my heart pounding. I said, "No, Anne, I don't want to
provoke you. I'm just so nervous, Anne, nervous and very afraid. I
forgot your requirement to hold my arms up, Anne, please forgive me."
    
    "Oh, I forgive you, Becky," she said, a laugh in her voice. "I
never carry a grudge against my slaves, but I always punish
disobedience." I should have expected it, but she caught me completely
by surprise when she struck me twice, very hard and very fast, across
the upper part of my breasts.
    
    It was all I could do to avoid crying out as the pain tore into me.
It was electric, I felt it throughout my body. My eyes were immediately
filled with tears, which overflowed and ran down my cheeks. Then, as
always with the whip, the pain kept increasing, building to a maximum
that was many seconds away. I tried to speak, but nothing came out at
first. "Thank you, Anne," I finally whispered.
    
    "You're quite welcome, Becky," Anne said. "I hope it was as good
for you as it was for me. Now that I've whetted my appetite, let's go
and tend to your punishment." She then turned and walked out the door,
and I fell into step a few paces behind her, my eyes glued to the back
of her head. The pain in my breasts was still increasing. Glancing
down, I saw two large welts where the whip had struck. My fear grew,
how would I survive the weekend if Anne intended to raise welts every
time she struck me? In spite of my fear, my pussy was dripping wet.
    
    I followed Anne out of the bathroom and down the hallway. Around a
corner, she opened a very thick door and motioned for me to enter. The
room was small, about the size of a guest bedroom, and it was
completely white. Even the floor was white. There were no windows, and
the walls were featureless except for numerous attach points at various
heights. There was one piece of furniture in the room, a large chair
near one wall. I stopped a few steps into the room, but Anne pushed me
gently between my shoulder blades, so I walked forward. When I reached
the center of the room, she told me to stop.
    
    High on one wall, near the ceiling, was a large cube-shaped box,
about one foot on a side. Anne saw me look at the box. "That's a
muffler," she said, "to keep sound from getting out through the
ventilation system. I could fire a gun in here, with the door closed,
and you couldn't hear it anywhere else inside or outside the house."
Looking at me, she added, "When I allow you to express your pain, you
may scream as loud as you like, no one will hear you."
    
    Anne walked past me, then turned around to face me. She was
smiling. While lightly tracing my welts with her finger, she asked,
"What do you think?" I didn't know what she expected me to say, I told
her the room was very white. "Are you being brave, or foolish?" she
asked. "Has Leo ever raised welts on you?"
    
    "I don't think so, Anne," I said. "If he has, it was somewhere that
I couldn't see." I had to force the words out, my throat felt
constricted.
    
    "How do you feel about the welts?"
    
    "I'm afraid of you, Anne," I said. Then I blurted out, "And I'm
very excited."
    
    She continued running her finger over the welts for a few moments,
then let her hand slowly drift down, her fingers caressing my left
breast. After lightly touching my nipple, causing a shiver I couldn't
suppress, she let her hand drop to her side. Then I felt her soft touch
at my pussy, brushing my labia. Slowly sliding two or three fingers
into me, she said, "You really are excited, would you like to cum?"
    
    This was the first time Anne had ever touched me anywhere, and she
was penetrating me with her fingers. I was near the point of no return.
"Yes, Anne," I whispered, "may I please cum now?"
    
    She quickly withdrew her fingers. "Not now, and not ever without my
permission. Do you understand?"
    
    "Yes, Anne," I said. "I'll never cum without your permission."
    
    Anne raised her arm so that her fingers, wet from my pussy, were in
front of my face. "Clean them off," she said. I leaned forward from my
waist and took her fingers into my mouth. Using my lips and tongue, I
cleaned her fingers thoroughly, then straightened again. She turned
away from me and walked toward the only piece of furniture in the room,
a chair which was off to my left as I faced the back of the room. I
remained as I was, looking straight ahead, waiting to be told what to
do.
    
    I heard Anne sit down in the chair, then it was quiet for quite a
while, several minutes I'd guess. Finally she said, "Come to me,
Becky." My heart leaped into my throat when I turned and saw how she
was sitting. I immediately locked my eyes onto hers as soon as I faced
her, but I could still take in the scene. Her buttocks were halfway off
the front edge of the chair. Her legs were spread wide apart, her
calves making a right angle with the floor, and she was leaning back so
that her head and shoulders were against the back of the chair. Her
arms rested on the arms of the chair. One hand dangled idly off of the
front of the chair arm, while with the other hand she was twirling the
whip like a baton.
    
    Not many naked women could slouch in a chair like that and still
look sexy, but Anne did. Even though her head was forced down nearly to
her chest, no double chin showed. Even though her back was arched, the
skin of her stomach and belly was still taut and smooth. Even though
she was leaning back, her breasts hardly seemed flattened at all,
making me wonder, not for the first time, if she had implants. I know
now that she doesn't.
    
    I stopped a foot or so in front of her. "Closer," she said. I
stepped closer, until I was standing inside her legs. She closed her
legs together, and I felt the silky inside of her thighs pressing
against me. Anne smiled at the trembling in my body, transmitted
through the contact between us. I tried not to think about what would
happen next.
    
    We looked at each other silently for a long time. My heart was
racing, the trembling had gotten stronger, and I was beginning to feel
weak in the knees. Finally, Anne spoke. "Would you like to show me what
you've learned from Marisa?"
    
    Quickly I answered, "Yes, Anne, I'd like that more than anything."
    
    "Kneel," she said. As I slowly dropped to my knees, she maintained
the pressure of her thighs against my body. The touch of her, sliding
up my sides, was wonderful. When I was on my knees, she said, "Your
arms must be tired, rest them on my thighs." At that moment I let
myself believe that she was really going to allow me to make love to
her. I unclasped my fingers and lowered my arms. 
    
    When my arms were resting on Anne's thighs, my fingers mere inches
from her pussy, she said, "There might come a time when we're
positioned like this again, and I'll let you do what you want to do
'more than anything.' This isn't that time." I can't say that I was
surprised, I should have know it wouldn't be that easy.
    
    After a pause, during which she smiled at my obvious
disappointment, Anne continued. "Now I want you to tell me what you did
to earn your first punishment, and then tell me what the punishment
should be."
    
    The "tell me what your punishment should be" part threw me, I had
no idea how to answer that. After hesitating, I said, "I should be
punished because I took pleasure from looking at your body, Anne."
    
    Before I could make a guess at what the punishment should be, she
interrupted. "And why was it wrong of you to do that, Becky?"
    
    The real reason it was wrong, I thought, was because she said it
was wrong, because she wanted a reason to whip me. I knew I wasn't
allowed to say such a thing, but it's what I felt at the time. Later, I
had reason to change my mind.

    "It was wrong because I'm not worthy to look at your beautiful
body, Anne." She remained quiet, so I continued. "I don't get to choose
my pleasure, only you can decide that for me."
    
    "And why are you not allowed to make those kinds of decisions for
yourself," Becky?" she said.
    
    "Because I'm a slave, Anne. I'm your property, yours and Leo's."
    
    "This weekend, your're my property, Becky, you're mine alone." She
paused, so I repeated what she had just told me, that I was hers alone.

"Why are you my slave, Becky?" she then asked.

    I was running out of answers. "I guess because I was meant to be a
slave, Anne. That's what Leo told me."
    
    "Put your hands back behind your head and stand up," she said. When
I was standing, she roughly pushed me back a few steps with her right
foot, the heel of her shoe pressing painfully against my belly. She
stood up and looked at me for a moment, then finally said, "I'm not
going to punish you until I'm sure you understand why you should be
punished, Becky. I'll give you some time to think about it, then we'll
try again." 
    
    I think Anne was about to take me to another room, but then she
looked down at the floor and saw the juices that had dripped from my
pussy while I was on my knees. Pointing down, she said, "Lick that up."
She walked out of the room as I was kneeling.
    
    While I was cleaning the floor with my tongue, I wondered why Anne
didn't just give me my punishment, instead of dragging it out like
this. If she would just go ahead and whip me, then I wouldn't have to
dread it any more, and then I'd know what her punishments were like,
which is another way of saying that I'd know if I was going to survive
the weekend. But then it occurred to me that part of the punishment was
waiting for and fearing the inevitable. In a strange way, that
realization comforted me, because it gave me hope that the whipping,
when it finally came, wouldn't be as bad as my worst fears.
    
    I had finished cleaning up my juices, but I stayed on my knees,
hands locked behind my head and my face inches from the floor. After
what seemed like several minutes, I heard Anne come back into the room.
"Stand up and move aside," she said from behind me. I struggled to get
to my feet without lowering my arms, then I stepped to the right. Anne
moved up beside me and looked down at the floor. Apparently satisfied
with my cleaning job, she said, "Lower your arms and take this."
    
    As I lowered my arms, I looked down at the object she was holding
out to me. I didn't know what it was until I took it from her, I'd
never seen one before except in TV commercials. But as soon as I had it
in my hand, I knew that it was an adult disposable diaper. "Put it on,
I won't have you dripping all over my house," Anne said.
    
    "Yes, Anne," I whispered. I felt totally humiliated. Nothing she
had said or done to me up to that point had shaken me as much as being
told to put on a diaper.
    
    I carefully stepped into the diaper, being careful not to lose my
balance or get tripped up. As I was sliding it up over my knees, Anne
said "Stop." I froze and waited. "Would you like a welt on your ass, to
match the ones on your chest?" she asked.
    
    There was only one acceptable answer, and I had to force myself to
give it. "If you wish me to have a welt on my ass, Anne, then I would
like to have one. Please."
    
    "Glad to oblige, Becky." At my side, Anne turned and ran her hands
lightly over my buttocks. "You have a nice ass, Becky," she said. "I'm
going to give you a welt that will be with you for a long time. I'll
enjoy thinking of you next week in class, squirming in your seat,
trying to find a position that isn't painful."
    
    Still holding the diaper at my knees, bent forward at the waist, I
waited. I was taking slow, deep breaths, trying to ready myself for the
searing pain. Anne stroked my buttocks with her fingers, finally
letting a finger slide up the crack of my ass. The tip of her finger
lingered on my sphincter. "Leo says you like having your ass fucked
almost as much as your pussy," she said. "He says you often cum while
he's fucking your ass, is that true?"
    
    "Yes, Anne," I answered. "I don't always cum when Leo fucks my ass,
but usually I do."
    
    "Can you cum on command, Becky? Can you cum when Leo tells you to?"
    
    "I'm trying to learn to do that, Anne. I'm not very good at it yet."
    
    Anne said, "If you cum at all this weekend, it won't be before
Sunday. When and if I command you to, you'll cum for me. Not before
then, do you understand?"

    "Yes, Anne," I said.
    
    During our conversation, Anne had switched from her fingers to the
whip, causing me to jump when I first felt it contact the flesh of my
buttocks. She was rubbing the whip over my ass, like she was looking
for the right place to strike. Finally she rested the whip about two
inches above the crease between my legs and my buttocks. As she pressed
it into my flesh, she said, "This is the perfect spot for your welt,
Becky. When you sit, most of the pressure is concentrated right here.
Don't you think this is the best place?"
    
    "Yes, Anne," I whispered, "it's the perfect place."
    
    She held the whip pressed into my flesh for a long time. I was as
prepared as I could be, I wanted her to strike and get it over with;
but she was obviously trying to draw out my anticipation, and all I
could do was wait. Finally she said, "You know what, Becky? I've
changed my mind. I think we'll wait until later, and see how it goes.
If there's any real estate on your ass that I haven't marked with my
whip by Sunday night, then I'll consider giving you the welt you've
asked for. Is that Ok?"
    
    "Yes, Anne," I said. "Whatever you decide, Anne."
    
    "As a consolation, I'll give you a single stripe," she said, then
she drew back the whip and struck me right where she said she would. It
hurt like hell, but nothing like the searing pain she had caused me
earlier when she made welts on my chest. I was able to hold my position
and avoid crying out. After a moment, as the pain began building, I
managed to whisper, "Thank you, Anne."
    
    "Pull your diaper up, Becky," she said. "I have some work for you
to do, to keep you occupied while you try to think of the correct
answer to my question. Let's go back to the bathroom." Not waiting for
my response, she started walking toward the door. I pulled the diaper
up around my waist, clasped my hands behind my head, and hurried after
her.
    
    As soon as I started walking, I felt the inner lining of the diaper
rubbing against my clit, held erect by its leather sleeve. After only a
few steps, the combination of pleasure and irritation was very
distracting, not to mention the still-building pain in my ass. In spite
of all that, I felt good, the extreme fear and stress I had been
feeling was starting to ease.
    
    Back in the bathroom, Anne opened the cabinet below the basin and
took out a plastic bucket and some cleaning powder. Then she picked up
a toothbrush from a nearby counter and handed it to me. Unclasping my
hands, I lowered my arms and took the toothbrush. "I have the perfect
job for you," Anne said. "It's a mindless task, so you can spend the
time thinking about why you deserve to be punished. I want you to clean
the grout. Do you know how to do that?"
    
    "No, Anne," I answered, "I don't know what grout is, Anne."
    
    Anne said, "Look at the walls and the floor, Becky." I looked
around at all four walls, then down at the floor. "Do you see that it's
all tiled?" she asked.
    
    "Yes, Anne, it's all tiled," I answered. The whole floor was tile,
as well as the lower third of each wall. In the tub enclosure and in
the shower, the tile went all the way to the ceiling.
    
    "The grout is the stuff between the tiles, Becky, and you have to
clean it." She took a sponge out of the bucket and handed it to me.
"Fill the bucket with warm water," she said. "Then you'll wet the grout
with the damp sponge, put cleanser on the brush, and scrub the grout
until it's clean. Finally, you'll use the sponge to rinse off the
cleanser. Is that clear?"

    It was clear that this was a big job. The grout looked clean to me,
but I knew better than to say that to Anne. If she wanted me to clean
her grout, that's what I would have to do. I was afraid it would take
the whole weekend. "Yes, Anne, I understand," I said.
    
    "Start on the floor, along that wall," she said, pointing to the
wall to our right, opposite the bathtub. "I'll watch you for awhile, to
make sure you're doing it correctly."
    
    I took the bucket from her. It wouldn't fit in the basin, so I put
it in the bathtub and filled it with warm water, then carried the
bucket and my tools to the far wall. In one corner, on my hands and
knees, I began scrubbing the grout as Anne had instructed me.
    
    It was a simple job, and I soon got into a rhythm of wetting,
scrubbing, and rinsing. Anne was right, after a minute or so it became
an automatic physical task, I was able to take my mind off the job and
still keep working. That is, until Anne gave me a stinging blow on my
back with her whip. "You're much too slow, speed up," she said.
    
    "Yes, Anne," I replied, trying to work faster. A minute later she
struck me again, saying that I was still too slow. Again I tried my
best to work even faster. I suppose I was working fast enough to suit
her then, she didn't strike me again.
    
    I was soon beginning to tire, but I was afraid to slow down, or
even pause to wipe the perspiration from my forehead. A little later,
Anne said, "I've got better things to do than stand here and watch you
work, Becky. When I get back, you'd better have cleaned half the floor,
or I'll add to your punishment." On her way out, she added, "And don't
forget why you're doing this. Think about why you should be punished."
    
    I heard Anne's footsteps across the bathroom tile, then nothing.
she could have been standing just outside the bathroom, but I didn't
dare look to see. I kept working as hard and fast as I could, and began
trying to think about the answer she wanted.
    
    Why should I be punished for looking at Anne's body? The real
answer was still simply that Anne wanted to punish me. I had a hard
time thinking past that, but I kept forcing myself to try different
logic paths, looking for an answer that Anne would accept.
    
    I tried to examine it from Anne's point of view, under the doubtful
assumption that she really was offended. Not being especially proud of
my body, I rarely dressed provocatively, but I had a number of
girlfriends who had great bodies and loved to show them off; and I
could remember many occasions when one of them would claim offense when
being leered at by some guy. I even remembered once or twice when one
of them had said the same thing Anne said to me, "I dress to please
myself, not to be stared at." I never believed the truth of that claim,
it seemed obvious to me that they dressed to be looked at. The logic
path petered out at that point, because it required me to tell Anne
that she was a liar, and that was not a good idea.

    I examined several facets of the "I'm unworthy to look at you"
approach, but Anne had already indicated that wasn't the answer she
wanted. I couldn't find a good answer. Then finally it occurred to me
that maybe there wasn't a good answer, maybe it was like a Zen koan, a
riddle that had no answer. Actually, a koan had one true answer, but
that answer could only be arrived at by a spontaneous outburst, not by
logical reasoning. If that's what it was, I was screwed, I had never
been able to understand any of the koans I was familiar with, like
"What is the sound of one hand clapping?"
    
    My muscles were burning, my back ached, and my knees were killing
me, and that was on top of the pain in my chest and ass, and the
constant irritation of my clit as I moved. I could tell that I was
slowing down, in spite of my best efforts to work quickly. I was nearly
at the halfway mark, but not quite there, when Anne returned.
    
    "I'm surprised you got that far," she said from behind me, "but you
haven't met the goal I set for you, and that will add to your
punishment. Do you have an answer for me?"
    
    "I don't know, Anne," I answered truthfully.
    
    "Don't know the answer, or don't know if your answer is correct?"
    
    I had nothing to lose by trying, so I fibbed. "I don't know if I
have the right answer, Anne," I said.
    
    "Let's find out, get up and wash your hands," Anne said. I did as
she ordered, then stood facing her, my fingers locked behind my head.
"Come," she said as she turned and walked down the hall. I followed her
back into the white room, then stopped at a spot on the floor where she
pointed.
    
    Anne left me standing for several minutes, and during that time I
did my best to clear my mind of all thoughts related to my punishment.
Finally she again used the phrase, "Come to me," and I turned and
walked to her chair, this time not stopping until I was inside her open
legs. When I was kneeling, her legs squeezing against my sides, my arms
resting on her thighs, Anne asked, "Why should I punish you, Becky?"
    
    Until I began speaking, I had no idea what I was going to say. "I
want to be your perfect slave, Anne. I should have known, without being
told,  not to stare at your beautiful body. Please punish me severely,
so that I will learn through pain to anticipate your wishes, and become
your perfect slave."
    
    She looked at me for a long moment, then she said, "You may kiss
the object of your desire."
    
    Stunned, I was unable to react. "Now, Becky," Anne said. Slowly I
bent over, until my mouth was an inch from Anne's vulva. I inhaled
deeply, trying to fix the smell of her in my mind, in case this was the
only opportunity I would ever have. Finally I closed the remaining
distance, feeling the tickle of her golden pubic hair as I pursed my
lips. I wasn't sure what she expected of me, but I thought that a
simple kiss, with no tongue and no lip action, would be the safest
thing to do. I pressed my lips to her, at the top of her vulva, and
held the kiss for several seconds, then reluctantly forced myself to
pull away and straighten up. When my eyes met Anne's, she smiled at me.
"Are you ready for your punishment, Becky?" she asked.
    
    "Yes, Anne," I answered truthfully.
    
    "Stand up and remove your diaper," Anne said, as she relaxed the
grip of her legs on my sides. When I was naked and standing at the
place Anne had indicated with a finger point, she said, "Your
punishment wil be slow and methodical, Becky. I expect you to remain
still and quiet until I tell you that it's finished. If at any point
you unclasp your fingers, or move to avoid my blows, or make a sound
other than thanking me after each blow, then I'll hang you from the
ceiling and we'll start over, and the punishment will be doubled. Is
that clear?"
    
    "Yes, Anne, it's clear," I whispered.
    
    As she walked away from me, to the far wall, Anne said, "As you
just saw, I use rewards, as well as punishment, to reinforce the kind
of behavior I expect from my slaves. If you accept your punishment
well, you'll be rewarded appropriately."
    
    I watched as Anne opened a compartment in the wall. She took out a
flogger and put it under her arm, then took out several other objects
before closing the compartment. As she turned back toward me, I saw
that she was putting a rubber glove on her right hand. In her left hand
was a squeeze tube, and I was pretty sure I knew what was in it. This
was going to be a difficult punishment.
    
    Returning to face me, Anne held up the tube. "Do you know what this
is?" she asked.
    
    "I think so, Anne," I whispered, my voice faltering. "It will make
my skin very sensitive to pain."
    
    She dropped the flogger on the floor beside me, then began
uncapping the tube. "I'm going to spread this on the areas to be
flogged, Becky," she said. "That will be your breasts, your ass, and
the backs of your thighs. Then we'll wait a few minutes for the cream
to start working before we begin your punishment."
    
    I had been relatively calm about facing my punishment, but that
cream changed everything. I remembered vividly the times Leo had used
it on me during my Friday night torture sessions, as I had come to
think of my sessions in Leo's dungeon. Of all the things Leo did to me
in the dungeon, the worst was being whipped and fucked with that cream
on my skin and in my pussy. But Leo never expected me to suffer that
horrible pain in silence, and screaming at the top of my lungs was the
one thing that most helped me get through it.
    
    "I don't think I can do this, Anne," I whispered, as she began
applying the cream on my breasts.
    
    Sternly, Anne said, "I require you to do it, Becky, so you will do
it." She continued massaging the cream into my breasts, and I was
already starting to feel the tingle. "After Leo accepts you as his
slave, you and I will be seeing a lot of each other," she said. "Would
you like that?"
    
    I really didn't know the answer to that question. Of course I
wanted to be with her, I was obsessed with her, but I was terrified of
what she might do, of what she was doing at that very moment. "Yes,
Anne," I whispered.
    
    Having finished with my breasts, Anne moved around behind me, and I
felt the first cool touch of the cream on my ass. She said, "I was
really angry when I found out that Leo had showed you my naked
pictures, that he had fucked you while you drooled over pictures of my
body. I told him that he owed me for that, and he said that once you
were his slave, I could use you whenever I wanted. I also made him
agree that I could train you to serve me as I prefer. Do you know what
I did when he agreed to that, Becky?"
    
    My breasts were starting to feel prickly. Anne had finished with my
ass, and was rubbing the cream onto the backs of my thighs. "No, Anne,
I don't know," I said softly.
    
    "I sent Beth and Ronnie away," she said. "I told them I had no
further use for them, that I had found something better." She paused,
then added, "I'm going to make you what you say you want to be, Becky.
You are going to become my perfect slave, and you can't imagine how
difficult it will be for you. You think you love me now, I know that.
But when I'm finished training you, you'll worship me. I'll take
everything you have to give, and then demand more, and I'll give you
nothing in return."

    I was speechless. Leo had led me up to the edge of a cliff, and
then had begun slowly, if not gently, to lead me down the cliff. Anne
wanted to push me off of the cliff. What she told me was both wonderful
and horrible. I wanted it as much as I feared it, and as soon as I
heard the words I knew it was going to happen exactly as she said. I
wasn't Leo's slave yet, but I was already Anne's slave, and there was
no question of turning back.
    
    Anne stripped off the rubber glove as she was walking back to the
far wall, where she returned the glove and cream to their compartment.
As she walked back to me, she was smiling. "I see the fear in your
eyes," she said, "but you know already that this is how it's going to
be, don't you?"
    
    "Yes, Anne, I know that this is how it's going to be," I whispered,
then added, "and you're right, I do love you."
    
    "I know you do," she said, the smile gone, "and the worse I treat
you, the more your love will grow, because that's how you're wired. But
you will never say it again, is that clear?" I couldn't reply, I nodded
my head.
    
    Anne reached out and caressed my breast, and it felt like she was
rubbing me with coarse sandpaper, I almost cried out from the pain. She
said, "Your punishment is going to last a long time, Becky, at least an
hour. I won't be flogging you continuously for all that time, of
course. I'll strike you a few times, and each time you'll thank me, and
then we'll take some time out to chat while you absorb the pain. I find
this method of punishment a much better learning tool than just giving
you a few quick stripes or welts. After one of my punishment sessions,
you'll be highly motivated to avoid another one. Is everything clear?"
    
    I was trembling badly, it felt like my knees were going to buckle.
"Yes, Anne," I whispered.
    
    "And don't forget, Becky, reward for success, penalty for failure.
It would be a shame if you cried out after, say, 45 minutes, and then
found yourself hanging from a hook for another two hours. And during
that two hours, there would be less conversation and more flogging, so
you should try really hard to stay out of the penalty zone."
    
    Anne retrieved the flogger from the floor and held it in front of
me. "We'll begin now," she said, and struck. The pain exploded over my
left breast. I had tried to prepare myself with deep breathing and
relaxation exercises, and I think that's what saved me, but even then I
almost screamed.
    
    It took me several seconds before I could whisper, "Thank you,
Anne," and as soon as I did, she struck my right breast. Again, it took
me several seconds before I could whisper my thanks. Tears welled up in
my eyes.
    
    "What's your major in college?" Anne asked, as she walked around
behind me.
    
    I couldn't believe we were really going to "chat" during my
torture. I was in so much pain it was hard to even parse the words of
her question. After several deep breaths, I was able to croak out the
answer, which was that I didn't know yet what I wanted to major in.
    
    Anne then asked which classes I liked, and which ones I disliked. I
couldn't think clearly enough to give a good answer, and I didn't even
try, I just tossed some classes into each category and named them for
her. With the little bit of higher brain function I could summon, I was
more interested in finding a way to get through this punishment than in
having a conversation. Anne was being surprisingly gentle, she could
have really laid into me with the flogger, easily forcing me to fail
the test without doing me any real damage; but even with her light
touch, the pain was overpowering, as was the urge to scream when the
flogger touched me. I don't know why the thought occurred to me at that
moment, but when it did I had to act on it, even though I knew it was
an act of disobedience. I asked, "Anne, may I call you my Mistress?"
    
    After a pause, Anne said, "Speaking without permission will add to
your punishment, Becky. Why do you want to call me Mistress?"
    
    I said, "Anne, I remember when you picked me up earlier, you told
me that I was already your slave, even though Leo hasn't accepted me
yet. You were right, I am your slave, Anne, and I would like to
acknowledge that by calling you Mistress, or Mistress Anne."
    
    Anne said, "You may call me Mistress Anne, or Mistress, or just
Anne, as you please, Becky." Then she struck me across both cheeks of
my ass.
    
    "Thank you, Mistress Anne," I whispered as soon as I could speak,
and she immediately struck the backs of my thighs.
    
    Anne was walking around from behind me as I croaked out another
thanks. She looked into my tear-filled eyes. "I believe Leo is right,
you are the real thing," she said. "How could you have lived your whole
life, and not known what you are?"
    
    "I don't know, Mistress," I sobbed, fighting back tears. "But I
know what I am now, Mistress, and this is where I belong."
    
    "Lower your arms, you've earned a short break," Anne said.
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said as I lowered my arms.
    
    She continued to look at me. Finally she asked, "Have you decided
yet if you're going to earn your reward?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I am going to earn my reward," I answered.
    
    "You seem sure. We have a long way to go, how do you know?"
    
    "My Mistress requires it of me, so I will do it, Mistress Anne.
Doing what you require of me is its own reward, Mistress."
    
    Anne said, "I had planned a small reward for you, Becky, and I
doubted you'd earn it. But you're making a believer of me, so if you
succeed, I will give you a bigger reward." She smiled as she added,
"It's something you've already had a taste of."
    
    That made me smile, in spite of the pain. "Thank you, Anne," I
said, as I reclasped my fingers behind my head without being commanded.
    
    Anne laughed. "You're the only slave I've ever had who could please
me with an act of disobedience," she said. "It will add to your
punishment, but you did well. Let's continue."
    
    Things changed between Anne and I after that exchange. From the
time she picked me up in the bar, she had seemed angry and impatient
with me, which had added to the fear I felt being under her control for
the first time. I attributed her attitude to what Leo had said after
our first meeting, when I had inadvertently said something that Leo
thought made Anne and her slaves look foolish, and Leo told me that
Anne would hold a grudge. She was still cool and stern with me, and I
never doubted that she would do me serious harm if I provoked her, but
after our exchange, the hostility all but disappeared. Looking back at
it now, I believe she was testing me, to see if I would break under the
pressure. Once she decided that I was the "real thing," she stopped
being my persecuter and became my teacher.
    
    The punishment seemed to go on forever. I knew I was going to pass
the test, but it was the hardest thing I had ever done at that time.
When Leo used the cream on me, I had been tightly bound and gagged, and
free to  scream as much as I needed to. The requirement to stand still
and remain quiet by sheer willpower was what made Anne's punishment so
severe. On the other hand, one thing that helped me bear it was that I
kept telling myself that it wasn't real. Of course the pain was very
real, but I knew from my experience with Leo that the pain was a false
signal caused by the cream. 
    
    One of the many breaks Anne gave me had just ended. Through my
tears I had been trying to answer her latest question. She wanted the
details of every time I had been fucked, exactly what the boy had done
to me, and how I had felt about it. She struck me once on my right
breast, and then some sort of chime or bell sounded from the far end of
the room.
    
    Anne stopped the flogging and smiled at me. "That signals the end
of your original punishment, Becky," she said. A moment later, she
said, "I'm very pleased with your performance. Now tell me the three
offenses for which you still must be punished."
    
    I almost lost it then, but I was able to summon the strength to
answer. I took a deep breath, then said, "Mistress Anne, I failed to
clean as much grout as my Mistress commanded me to clean." It was hard
to keep from crying, but after a pause I regained enough control to
continue. "During my punishment, Mistress, I spoke without permission,
and then I moved without permission."
    
    "That's correct, Becky," Anne said. "You'll now receive one more
round of flogging for each of those offenses, for a total of twelve
more blows with the flogger. Are you ready to begin?"
    
    Actually, that didn't sound so bad considering what I had already
survived, my pain seemed to have maxed out some time earlier. I took a
deep breath and said, "I'm ready, Mistress."
    
    "Be strong, Becky," Anne said, and struck me again on my right
breast. In rapid fire order, as quickly as I could thank her, she
struck my left breast, then my ass, then my thighs. "Only two more
rounds to go, Becky," she said, "Tell me how you feel about being here
with me."
    
    All of my defenses were down, I would answer anything she asked
without thinking. "This is where I belong, my Mistress," I whispered.
"Please, Mistress, don't send me away Sunday, let me stay here with you
from now on."
    
    Anne looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, like she couldn't
decide how to answer. Finally she said, "That's not going to happen,
Becky. Your first obligation is to Leo, nothing is going to change
until you are accepted as his slave. At that point, after you
relinquish your rights and your freedom to Leo, other possibilies open
up; but for now, you and I have to be satisfied with the time we have,
and you must live in the moment."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said. I didn't understand what she meant about
other possibilities, but I did understand about living in the moment,
that was something Leo had told me again and again. "A slave must live
in the moment. Your past is another life, and your future is not yours
to control. For you, there is only the moment."
    
    Finally it was over. Anne gave me my last two rounds without a
pause. "We're finished," she announced as she walked back toward the
far wall. "Hold your position, but you are released from silence. You
may speak if you wish."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress Anne," I sobbed. "And thank you for making my
punishment much easier that it might have been."
    
    Anne didn't answer until she had returned with a spray bottle. I
hoped desperately that it was the antidote to the awful skin cream. As
Anne began spraying my breasts, she said, "Explain how I made your
punishment easier than it might have been, Becky," she said.
    
    Already feeling relief from the burning sensation in my breasts, I
answered, "You could have flogged me much harder, Mistress, and you
could have given me fewer rest breaks. I would probably have failed the
test without your help, Mistress."
    
    Anne had moved behind me, and was spraying the cool liquid on my
ass and thighs. "Becky, do you know the difference between respect and
gratitude?" she asked. I said I wasn't sure, so Anne explained it to
me. "When I told you you could speak again, you thanked me. That was
respectful. It was not only appropriate, it was a required response
from a slave. Because of the difference in status between us, you must
always treat me with the greatest respect. Do you understand?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, thank you for explaining that," I said.
    
    "I'm not finished yet, Becky," Anne said. "The second time you
thanked me, for making your punishment easier, was a serious mistake.
You will never thank me again out of gratitude. If you ever believe
that I'm giving you a break, or that I'm taking it easy on you,
consider yourself fortunate and keep your mouth shut. Is that clear?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I whispered, eyes lowered, afraid to say any more
than that.
    
    "Look at me, Becky," Anne said. I looked up to see a smile on her
face. "I don't have to give you a reason for any of the rules I require
you to obey, but at a later time I will give you the reason for this
rule. Don't worry, I'm not angry, and you're not in trouble, I'm simply
explaining one of my rules to you." I braved a smile of my own, and
Anne said, "You may lower your arms now, are you hungry?"
    
    Just at that moment my stomach rumbled. "I'll take that as a
'Yes'," Anne said, laughing. I couldn't suppress a grin. After fetching
her whip from the chair where she had left it, she walked back toward
the door. "Becky, follow," she said as she walked past me. Leo had
already taught me what that meant, so I turned and walked after Anne,
intending to remain two paces behind her. But after only a few paces,
Anne stopped at the door.
    
    "Do you see this hook?" Anne asked. The hook was very small, and
the same color white as the wall. I told her that I saw the hook.
"There's at least one hook like this in every room of this house,
located close to one or more of the doors into that room." She held up
the whip in her hand. "From now on, this whip is your responsibility,"
she said. "As you move about the house, you will always carry this whip
with you, and when you enter a room you will hang the whip on the
nearest hook. That ensures that the whip will always be nearby,
whenever you need correction, motivation, or punishment. Is that
clear?"
    
    "Yes, Anne, it's clear," I answered.
    
    "Take the whip, it is now your responsibility." Anne said.
    
    Taking the whip from her, I said, "Thank you, Mistress."
    
    "Becky, follow," Anne said again, then walked out of the white room.
    
    The hallway made a left turn at the white room door, so we walked
straight out of the room and down the hall. Soon the hallway opened
into a very modern kitchen. All of the appliances had stainless steel
finish and looked brand new, but the thing that struck me the most
about the kitchen was that it had the exact same layout as the kitchen
in Leo's house.
    
    As soon as I walked through the door into the kitchen, Anne said
without turning to face me, "Find the hook and hang up your whip,
Becky. this must become an automatic action for you whenever you enter
a room." I looked beside the door I had just entered, and there was the
hook. I hung the whip by the small loop at the end of its handle, then
walked farther into the room to face Anne.
    
    "I expect you to learn to cook well enough to prepare my meals,"
she said, "but it's late, and I want to get to bed. I'm just going to
have a tossed salad and a glass of wine." My pulse quickened when she
mentioned going to bed, I hoped that meant that my reward would soon be
granted.
    
    Anne showed me how her cabinets were organized, then as I was
preparing her salad she told me to microwave a bowl of oatmeal for
myself. When everything was ready, she had me put our food on a tray
and take it to the dining room. I almost left the kitchen without my
whip, but then I remembered, getting a smile and a "Very good," from
Anne.
    
    "Normally you will not eat until I finish, Becky," Anne said as I
pushed in her chair. "But, as I said, it's late, so to save time you
will eat on the floor beside me." Taking my bowl of unsweetened
oatmeal, I knelt at her left side and put the bowl on the floor. I was
about to start eating, my hands on the floor beside my bowl, when Anne
told me to cross my wrists behind my back. It was more difficult to
bend over the bowl without using my hands, but Anne pointed out that it
was good exercise for my abdominal muscles. As we ate, Anne rested the
fingers of her left hand on my buttocks, caressing me lightly from time
to time.
    
    After we finished eating, I took the dishes back to the kitchen and
put them in the dishwasher. Then, whip in hand, I followed Anne back
through the dining room, into a living room containing beautiful
antique furniture, and then up a flight of stairs.
    
    As we walked down the hallway on the second floor, Anne pointed out
a room on the right side of the hall. "That will be your room," she
said. "I'll show it to you tomorrow, you'll spend tonight in my
bedroom." That last part got my attention, as well as the attention of
my pussy, I felt the tingly warmth starting to spread.
    
    Anne's bedroom was also furnished in antiques, with frilly curtains
and pillows everywhere. Her bed was an enormous king-sized four-poster
with a canopy.
    
    Anne watched as I found the hook and hung up my whip, then she sat
in a nearby chair. "Remove my shoes," she said. I knelt in front of her
and removed her shoes, using the same ritual I had improvised for Leo
our first night together and then had perfected under Marisa's
training. One at a time, I picked up one of Anne's feet and rested it
on my thigh. After a moment's pause, I loosened the strap from her
right shoe. Cupping her calf in my right hand, I lifted her leg long
enough to remove her shoe. Then I put my left hand beneath the insole
of her foot and supported her foot while I slowly bent and kissed it
all over, top and bottom. I repeated the ritual for her left shoe, then
sat back on my heels, her feet resting on my thighs.
    
    "I really enjoyed that, Becky, you've made me wet," Anne said.
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I whispered.
    
    Anne moved her feet from my thighs to the floor, then stood up and
walked away. I wasn't sure what I should do, so I remained on my knees.
I heard Anne opening several drawers in her large dresser. After a few
moments, she said, "Come here, Becky." I hopped to my feet and walked
to where she stood, holding out a beautiful silk night gown. At first I
thought it was for me, but then Anne said, "You may put this on me."
    
    I took the gown from Anne, reveling in the feel of the silk, then
gathered it up in my hands and held it out for Anne. I lifted the gown
as Anne raised her arms, then the gown slid down over her head and down
her body. Other than the scoop neckline, the gown was very
conservative; but, as with all of the clothing Anne wore, the gown
emphasized her breasts, her slim waist, and her full hips.
    
    Anne twirled around once. "You like?" she asked. I kept my eyes
above Anne's neck, resisting the urge to look down at her body and
incur another punishment. She laughed, then reached out with both
hands, palms up and open. It was clear what she wanted, so I put my
hands in hers. "Becky," she said, closing her hands around mine, "I
originally had no intention of giving you access to my body this
weekend, and I didn't want you drooling over me, so I forbade you to
look at me below my neck. But now I've changed my mind, you've won me
over with your determination to be a good slave. Before the weekend is
over, you're going to bathe me, and you're going to demonstrate what
you've learned from Marisa, so it would be silly of me to forbid you to
look at me. The new rule is, don't let me catch you staring, but you
don't have to avoid looking at my body. Do you understand?"
    
    It was hard to keep from grinning, but I couldn't suppress a smile.
"Yes, Mistress Anne, I do understand," I said. I almost thanked her,
but I was afraid that would be inappropriate. I lightly squeezed her
hands, and she smiled back at me.
    
    "So, look at me and tell me how you like the gown," Anne said.
    
    I let my eyes roam down, and then back up her body. She was so
awesome, even completely covered, that it was difficult to look and not
stare, but I forced myself to meet her eyes. "You're the most beautiful
woman I've ever seen, Anne," I said, and she laughed.
    
    "Thank you, Becky, I'm pleased that you think so," Anne said as she
gently pulled her hands away from mine. "Will you please turn back the
covers on my bed?"
    
    After doing as Anne asked, I turned to await her next order. She
was standing at the foot of the bed, holding a pillow in one hand and a
blanket in the other. Dropping the pillow and blanket on the floor at
the foot of the bed, Anne said, "You'll sleep here tonight."
    
    I was disappointed, to say the least. I would have happily died for
a night in bed with Anne, and that's what I thought was going to
happen, but clearly I was wrong. Anne walked by me, a subtle smile on
her face, and climbed into bed. She looked at me until I roused myself
and walked to the foot of the bed. Just as I was about to lie down on
the floor, Anne called my name softly. When I stopped and looked back
at her, she said, "Before you go to bed, I want you to finish cleaning
the grout on the bathroom floor. Don't worry about the walls tonight,
you can do them tomorrow."
    
    That was too much, it made me angry, and unfortunately I did a poor
job of hiding my emotions.
    
    Anne got out of bed and walked over to me. Looking into my eyes,
she said, "Bring me your whip." I went to where the whip was hanging
and removed it from the hook, then carried it to Anne in my open,
upturned palms. Dropping to my knees, I presented the whip to her.
    
    Anne ignored the offered whip. "I was going to postpone this talk
until tomorrow, Becky," she said, "but now I see that it won't wait
until then." She paused, then said, "One of my pet peeves is emotional
outbursts from my slaves. Do you know what I mean by an emotional
outburst?"
    
    "No, Anne," I answered.
    
    "When you tell me you love me, that's an emotional outburst. When
you thank me from gratitude rather than respect, that's an emotional
outburst. When I give you a command that disappoints you, or delights
you, or makes you angry, and I see that emotion on your face, that's an
emotional outburst. I require that you keep your emotional reactions to
yourself, and you will learn to do that, starting now." Anne took the
whip from my outstretched hands, then said "Stand up."
    
    I got to my feet and stood with my arms at my sides. I was
trembling. "Your punishment is two stripes across the front of your
thighs, Becky, are you ready?"
    
    No, of course I wasn't ready, the memory of my flogging was still
too fresh. "Yes, Mistress," I whispered. Anne gave me two quick blows
across my thighs, the first about two inches below my pussy, and the
second about an inch below the first. 
    
    "When you finish the floor," Anne said, handing me the whip, "you
may use your litter box. Then remove your clit collar, take a shower,
and wash your hair. You've pleased me tonight, for the most part, so
you may use hot water for your shower. When you've dried yourself,
return here and go to bed quietly. I'll punish you if you wake me." She
turned away from me and got back into bed.
    
    Totally dejected and defeated, with the burning pain in my thighs
still increasing, I walked out of the bedroom.
    
    It seemed like I had just gotten to sleep, on the floor at the foot
of Anne's bed, when I heard my name being called. Trying to suppress my
frustration, I threw my blanket aside, got to my feet, and walked to
the side of Anne's bed. In the dim light I saw her looking at me, and
then I knew I hadn't been dreaming, so I dropped to my knees and waited
for my Mistress to command me.
    
    Anne threw back the covers. "Get in," she said. As I was crawling
onto the bed beside her, she said, "This isn't for sex, Becky, I want
to cuddle. Lie down with your back to me and make spoons." I lay down
and rolled onto my right side, then moved back until I was in contact
with Anne's body. She threw her arm over me and grasped my left breast,
then kissed me on the back of my neck. It wasn't sex, but I was lying
against the woman I feared and adored and wanted so badly, feeling her
breasts pressing against my back, and she had deigned to hold my breast
and kiss my neck. I knew there was no way I would get back to sleep
again, but then Anne whispered, "Relax, go to sleep," and I did.
    
    I awoke with a sharp pain in my left nipple. "Wake up, Becky," Anne
said.
    
    Trying my best to suppress my early morning crankiness, I answered,
"I'm awake, Mistress."
    
    "I have a big day planned for you, slave," Anne said, releasing my
nipple from her painful grip. "Roll over on your back and put your
hands behind your head."

    As I was rolling onto my back, Anne threw back the covers and sat
up next to me. She pressed a switch on the headboard, which activated
bright floodlights above the bed. "Lie still while I examine your
body," she said.
    
    Anne began running her hands over my chest, then down to my stomach
and my belly. She used varying amounts of pressure, as if she was not
only examining the texture of my skin, but also feeling for the
underlying structure. After a few minutes, Anne said, "I see that you
find this stimulating." It was pointless to deny it, the evidence was
clear. "That's Ok," she said, "I'm pleased that you are so easily
stimulated. Such a horny  little slut. Just remember that you do not
have my permission to cum."
    
    After a few more minutes, Anne got to her knees and swung her left
leg over me, straddling my thighs. She looked down at my shaved pussy
for a moment, then she took my labia between her thumbs and fingers and
opened me  wide. "Has Leo ever fucked you with his hand?" she asked.
    
    "Only once, Mistress," I whispered.
    
    She released me, then grasped my clit and squeezed it gently. "Are
you sore here from the collar?"
    
    "A little tender, Mistress, but not sore," I answered.
    
    Still holding my clit, she asked, "Did you finish cleaning the
grout on the bathroom floor?"
    
    I swallowed hard before answering. "No, Mistress, I ran out of
cleaning powder. I was nearly finished when that happened."
    
    Anne squeezed me harder, causing pain, and said, "Did you look for
more powder?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I looked in the cabinet under the wash basin. There
wasn't any more powder, Mistress."
    
    "There are two more bathrooms in the house, plus the cabinet under
the kitchen sink," Anne said, sounding annoyed. "Did you look for more
powder in any of those places?"
    
    "No, Mistress," I said, knowing I was screwed. She released my
clit, then began burrowing into my pussy with her right hand. She
didn't say anything more until her hand was nearly all of the way into
me. I was taking short breaths, trying to deal with the pain and
control my growing excitement.
    
    "Did you take a shower?" Anne asked.
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I answered, "I showered and washed my hair, as you
commanded."
    
    "I told you to shower and wash your hair after you finished
cleaning the grout," Anne said. "You didn't finish cleaning the grout,
so you shouldn't have showered. That's two counts of disobedience, and
I'll ignore the other things you were supposed to do only after
finishing the floor, such as removing your clit collar and going to
bed. I guess you were right last night, I was too gentle with you, and
as a result you didn't learn your lesson. I apologize for that, I won't
make the same mistake again." She pulled her hand out of my pussy, then
swung her leg over me and climbed off of the bed. "Roll over onto your
stomach," she said as she walked toward the bedroom door.
    
    I rolled over and rested my head on my hands, waiting. Anne
returned and stood by the side of the bed. I didn't have to look to
know she had the whip in her hand. I couldn't avoid jumping when she
touched me with the whip, tracing the single stripe on my ass. "How
many more of these should you get for your latest acts of
disobedience?" she asked.
    
    I tried to pick a number that would be too high. "Please give me
ten more stripes, Mistress," I whispered.
    
    After a moment of silence, during which I regretted asking for a
high number, Anne said, "Ten it is, Becky. Plus another session with
the cream and the flogger tonight. And after tonight's session, Becky,
you can bet that you won't feel like thanking me for being gentle. Are
you ready for your ten?"
    
    I was struggling to keep from crying. My problem wasn't the ten
stripes, I always accumulated more than that after each weekend at
Leo's, although he had never given me ten at one time on one area of my
body. I was already anticipating the promised evening flogging, because
I knew that Anne had meant it when she said it was going to be severe.
I had to try several times before I was able to whisper, "Yes,
Mistress, I'm ready."
    
    You'll thank me and give me the count each time, Becky," Anne said.
"If you lose count or fail to respond, we'll have to start over. Do you
understand?"
    
    I whispered that I understood, then I took a deep breath and tried
to steel myself for the first lash of Anne's whip. After long seconds,
it had not come. Finally Anne said, "Becky, I think I should just take
you back to school right now. I'm having serious second thoughts about
whether you belong here."
    
    "No!" I said, louder and more forcefully than I had intended.
"Please, Mistress Anne," I continued in a more submissive tone, "I do
belong here, I belong wherever you are, please don't send me away. I'm
sorry I screwed up, Mistress, but it wasn't because I'm lazy, or
because I wanted to disobey you. I'm just new at this, Mistress, and I
made a stupid mistake because it didn't occur to me that I should
search the other cabinets in your house for cleaning powder. But I know
that now, Mistress, and I know that your slave must do whatever it
takes to obey her Mistress. Please let me stay, Anne, please punish my
disobedience and let me stay."
    
    I was panting when I finished my speech, I think it had all come
out in one breath. But I had said what I wanted to say, and all I could
do after that was wait for Anne's answer. It came with the first blow
from her whip. "Thank you, Mistress, that was one," I said with genuine
gratitude.
    
    After four stripes, Anne paused. My ass was on fire, and the
bedsheet under my face was wet with my tears. "Rest for a minute,
Becky, then we'll continue," Anne said.
    
    Yes, Mistress," I whispered. I almost thanked her for letting me
stay, but that would have been what she called an emotional outburst,
so I simply added, "Thank you, Mistress."
    
    Anne left me alone for awhile. When she returned, she said, "We're
going to finish now, Becky, do you remember the count?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, the count is four," I said, and immediately felt a
fresh explosion of pain. "Thank you, Mistress, that was five."
    
    When it was finished, Anne told me to get off of the bed and go to
the full-length mirror in one corner of her bedroom. She gave me a hand
mirror, and made me look at what had been done to my ass. She had put a
perfect crosshatch pattern on me: five across, including the stripe she
had given me the previous evening, and six down. Anne was every bit as
precise with the whip as Leo.
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said when she took the hand mirror from
me. Tears were still running down my cheeks.
    
    "Are you sorry you stayed?" she asked.
    
    "No, Mistress," I said, "this is where I belong."
    
    "We'll see," she said, holding out the whip. I took it from her
hand. "Now do what you should have done last night," she said. "Find
another can of cleaning powder, then get downstairs and finish cleaning
the grout on the bathroom floor."
    
    I quickly went into Anne's bathroom. There, in the cabinet under
the basin, were two cans of cleaning powder. I tried not to think of
the pain and stress I could have avoided, if only I had looked there
the previous evening. I took one of the cans and went back through the
bedroom, past Anne, toward the hall door. As I was going through the
door, Anne said, "Becky." I stopped and turned to face her. "When you
finish the floor, do the shower and the tub enclosure."
    
    "Yes, Anne," I said, then hurried to my task.
    
    I don't know how long I worked alone in the bathroom. The awful
burning in my ass was a constant reminder that I couldn't afford to
rest, or even to slow down. I was drenched with sweat, and my muscles
ached. I had long since finished the floor, and was just moving from
the bathtub to the shower stall, when Anne spoke from behind me. "Take
a break, Becky, I brought you some lunch." I looked around to see Anne
standing in the bathroom door, dressed in one of her tantalizing scarf
and hot pants ensembles. After exercising my new freedom to glance
quickly at her beautiful body, I noticed the bowl in her hand, my
traditional slave meal of unsweetened oatmeal.
    
    "Thank you, Anne, I'm very hungry," I said softly.
    
    Anne came into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat. She
set the bowl down between her feet and smiled at me. "Come and eat,"
she said. I put down my toothbrush and stepped out of the shower stall,
then walked across the bathroom to Anne. She smiled up at me, and I
knelt in front of her on the hard tile floor. Looking down at the
floor, Anne said, "You're doing a good job, Becky, you've earned a rest
and a meal, go ahead and eat."
    
    After saying, "Thank you, Mistress," I crossed my wrists behind my
back and bent down to my lunch bowl.
    
    I was about halfway through the oatmeal when Anne spoke. "Your
disobedience has affected me, also, Becky," she said, softly. "I had to
brunch alone, when I would rather have had your company. And I had to
bathe myself, when what I really wanted was to be in the bath with you,
feeling your wet, soapy hands all over my body."
    
    When Anne began speaking, I stopped eating and listened. When she
told me what I had missed, the lost opportunity to touch her body, that
hurt me far more than the lingering pain from the whipping. Before that
whipping, she had casually and arrogantly touched my body, performing
what she called an inspection, and I had wanted so badly to do the same
to her; but for me it would have been an act of worship, not an
inspection. I began crying.
    
    Anne let me sob for a few moments, then said, "Look at me." As I
straightened and looked up into Anne's eyes, the tears rolled down my
cheeks. "If you don't stop crying, and pull yourself together right
now," she said sternly, "I'll whip you again for this emotional
outburst."
    
    "Yes, Anne," I said, then took a deep breath and tried to calm
myself.
    
    "What's done is done," Anne said. "If you learn from your mistakes,
and make the appropriate corrections to your attitude, there is still a
chance you can be my slave. But slavery is not something to be
undertaken casually, Becky, it's not a mindless activity, it requires
your active participation and engagement. Do you really think you have
the intelligence and dedication it will take to be my slave?"
    
    I locked my eyes onto Anne's. Trying to sound as sincere and
confident as I possibly could, I said, "Yes, Anne, I can and I will be
your slave. If you send me away, you will lose the best slave you'll
ever have, Anne."
    
    A brief smile touched the corners of her mouth, and I knew she was
going to keep me. "Is that so?" she said. "That's quite arrogant for a
slave."
    
    "I'm sorry if I sound arrogant, Mistress," I said, "but I know I'm
right about this, I belong here with you."
    
    "Finish cleaning the shower," Anne said, "then put the equipment
away, use your litter box, and then come and find me." She picked up my
bowl from the floor, then stood and walked out of the bathroom. Wincing
from the pain in my knees and my ass, I stood and returned to my work
in the shower stall.
    
    I found Anne in the living room, sitting on the couch, reading the
newspaper. After hanging my whip on the hook by the door, I did as Leo
had taught me, picking a spot on the floor where I knew I could be
seen, but wouldn't be a distraction. Facing at a forty-five degree
angle to Anne, I knelt down, spread my legs wide, and rested my hands
on my thighs. After checking and adjusting my posture, I lowered my
eyes and waited for instructions.
    
    Anne continued reading the newspaper, ignoring me completely. As
the minutes wore on, it required all of my concentration and willpower
to "keep my eyes to myself", as Leo had called it, while maintaining my
awareness of Anne and what she was doing. After perhaps fifteen
minutes, she said, "Bring me a glass of water with a little ice."
    
    "Yes, Anne," I said, hopping to my feet, thankful for a reason to
move.
    
    Returning with the water, I set it on the end table near Anne, then
headed back to my spot on the floor. "No," she said, "I want you
closer, kneel in front of me."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said. I stood in front of Anne and dropped to my
knees, then assumed my waiting pose.
    
    After a moment, Anne took her eyes away from the newspaper and
looked at me. "Spread your legs wider," she said. I opened my legs as
far as I could, then rechecked my posture. She went back to reading the
paper, but a moment later she asked, "Are you wet?"
    
    I wasn't sure, so I felt inside my pussy with two fingers. "Only a
little, Mistress," I replied.
    
    Anne put down the paper, then picked up the glass of water and took
a long drink. "Would you like some?" she said, offering the glass to
me.
    
    "Yes, Mistress, thank you," I said, raising my eyes to meet hers. I
took the glass from her and took a long sip. I didn't know what to do
with the glass when I finished drinking, I was going to hold it in my
hands; but Anne reached out to take it from me, then returned it to the
end table.
    
    From the time I first entered the living room, Anne had been
sitting with her left foot on the floor and her right leg curled under
her. She straightened her left leg until her foot was in front of my
breasts. "Take my shoe off," she said. I removed her shoe and put it on
the floor next to me. She lowered her foot, then said, "Kneel closer, I
want to reach your pussy." I shuffled forward until my knees were
brushing the couch, then waited, and soon I felt Anne's toes brushing
my pussy.
    
    At first, Anne ran her toes up and down, lightly rubbing my skin on
either side of my vulva. Then, slowly, she began approaching closer and
closer, until her big toe was between my outer labia. I was starting to
get turned on, but I knew I should sit quietly and let Anne do whatever
she wanted. "I was impressed with your speech in the bathroom, Becky, I
had decided to keep you," she said after a few minutes.
    
    I was about to thank her, when she continued. "But then you
committed another mindless act of disobedience. When you went to fetch
my water, you didn't take your whip with you to the kitchen." I was
crushed, I didn't know what to say. Why was it so hard for me to
remember the small things? Anne continued, "What can I do with someone
as persistently stupid as you? What good are you to me? I'm not going
to be your babysitter, I expect to tell you something once and only
once, and then I expect you to do as you're told."
    
    "Please punish me for my disobedience, Mistress Anne," I whispered,
"but don't send me away."
    
    "Do you really think your body can withstand the punishment it's
going to take to make you a good slave?" she asked. "You have so very
far to go, Becky, and I'm not sure you can do it."
    
    "I will do it," I muttered under my breath.
    
    "Never do that again," she said. "If you have something to say, you
say it to me, or you keep your mouth shut."
    
    "I said that I will do it, Mistress," I said softly.
    
    "Fetch your whip," Anne said, sounding tired, "let's see if we can
find an unmarked area on your body."
    
    I stood and walked to the door, then returned with my whip.
Kneeling, I kissed the whip and then presented it in my upturned palms.
Anne took it from me immediately. "We'll whip your belly this time, a
few inches above your pussy. How many?"
    
    "Please give me two stripes on my belly, Mistress, as punishment
for my stupidity and disobedience."
    
    "Three, I think," Anne said. "Put your palms on the floor behind
your feet and arch your back. Present your belly for punishment."
    
    I did as she said, feeling the strain in my legs and my abdominal
muscles from being bent backwards. Immediately I felt the first lash.
"That's one, thank you Mistress," I cried.
    
    "That one doesn't count, you'll speak to me in a normal voice," she
said, then struck again.
    
    It took a moment before I could speak, then I said again, in as
normal a voice as I could produce, "That's one, thank you Mistress."
    
    When it was over, Anne told me I could resume a normal kneeling
posture. Then she handed me the half full glass of water, and I drank
all of it. Tears still spilled from my eyes. I had assumed that Anne
would resume playing with my pussy, as if nothing had happened, but she
didn't, she merely sat looking at me.
    
    "We're having guests for dinner tonight," she said after several
minutes.
    
    I didn't know what she expected me to say. "Yes, Mistress," I
answered.
    
    "You won't always be alone with me or with Leo, you'll also
function as our slave when other people are present," Anne explained,
"so tonight you will begin learning how to behave in those
circumstances. I've invited a very good friend of mine to dinner. Her
name is Maureen. I call her Mo, but you will never call her that, you
will call her Maureen or Mistress Maureen. She is bringing a slave with
her, I believe his name is Edward. Edward is a gourmet cook. You will
assist Edward, under his direction, to prepare dinner, and then you
will serve us in the dining room. Do you understand?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said.
    
    Anne continued. "Mo is a very good friend, so I won't be totally
embarassed by the mistakes you will inevitably make. Just don't get
flustered, remember your place, and obey any command that Mo or I give
you without hesitation. And, while you are performing your kitchen
duties, you will also obey any command that Edward gives you."
    
    "Yes, Mistress." I knew my place all right, I was going to be a
slave to a slave.
    
    Anne handed me the whip, then she stood, stepped over my leg, and
headed for the door. "Becky, follow," she said. I got to my feet and
hurried after her. We went upstairs, and Anne showed me the room she
had earlier said was mine. It was tiny, the twin-size air mattress on
the floor took up nearly a quarter of the floor space. At Anne's
bidding, I stepped into the room to look around. It was like my room at
Leo's, only smaller. There was a bare lightbulb in a fixture on the
ceiling, with no visible wall switch to turn it off. There was a small
recessed closet, empty of clothes and with no door. There were
attachment hooks all over the walls, ceiling, and floor.
    
    Anne said, "We have a few hours before we have to prepare for our
guests, would you like to rest for a bit?"
    
    "Yes, Anne, I'd like to rest if that's Ok," I answered. She turned
and walked down the hall, and I assumed that I was supposed to stay in
my room, but then she told me to follow.
    
    In Anne's bedroom, I hung my whip on the wall and then followed her
to the center of the room. "You may undress me," she said. I undressed
her as I had the previous evening. Not having to try so hard to avoid
looking at her body made it a more enjoyable task.
    
    I removed Anne's scarf that she used for a top, then her hot pants,
and finally her shoes. She walked to her bed and looked back at me,
saying, "Turn back the covers." I did as she asked, and she climbed
into bed and lay on her right side, looking at me. I wasn't sure what
she wanted me to do, so I waited for instructions. "What are you
waiting for, climb in, I want to snuggle with you again," she said.
    
    When I was in position, making spoons with Anne, she kissed me on
the back of my neck. Her hand rested on my hip. "We're never going to
be lovers in the way I know you'd like, Becky," she said, "but over
time we will achieve a level of physical intimacy that I hope will
provide you some pleasure and comfort."
    
    "Being next to you in bed, feeling your body against mine, does
provide me pleasure and comfort, Anne," I said.
    
    Anne kissed me again, then reached over my arm and cupped my left
breast in her hand. "You may sleep if you wish, Becky, I'll wake you
when it's time," she said.
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said, and within seconds I was asleep.
    
    When I awoke, the first thing I noticed was Anne's fingers on my
pussy, roaming over my inner labia and brushing my clit. I couldn't
hold back a soft moan. "How would you prefer to be awakened," Anne
whispered in my ear, "like this, or by pinching your nipple?"
    
    I couldn't hold back a giggle. "This is much better, Mistress," I
answered.
    
    "I like your body, Becky," Anne whispered, "I'm going to enjoy
playing with it." She paused, then added, "The down side of that is,
you must learn to control yourself. Any time you cum without obtaining
permission first, you will be punished. Your orgasms will be rare gifts
from me, special rewards for pleasing me. Is that clear?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I answered, "with your training I will learn to
control myself."
    
    Anne said, her voice a seductive whisper, "The punishment for
coming without permission is a pussy whipping, so I hope for your sake
that you learn fast."
    
    "Yes, Anne," I said. 
    
    "I woke you early, Becky," she said in a more normal tone of voice,
"because I've decided that I need another bath before our guests
arrive. You need one too, does that sound like a good reason to get out
of bed?"
    
    "Oh, yes, Mistress," I said. "That's a very good reason."
    
    "Go fill the bathtub," Anne said. "Make it as hot as your whipped
ass can stand." She laughed as I threw back the covers and ran into the
bathroom.
    
    Anne smiled as she entered the bathroom and saw me waiting on my
knees beside the tub. "Very nice, Becky, please stand and help me into
the tub," she said. I stood and took her outstretched hand, then
steadied her as she stepped over the side of the bathtub. "It's perfect
for me, but I'm afraid you'll find it too painful," she said. "Add some
cold water."
    
    I said, "Please, Mistress, if it's perfect for you, then that's how
it should be. I'll be fine, Mistress, I love hot baths."
    
    "Very well, Becky," Anne said, settling into the water. "Get in
behind me, on your knees, you'll wash my hair first." As soon as I had
knelt behind her, Anne leaned back against me, her head resting between
my breasts. I resisted the urge to kiss her on top of her head. "Before
we begin, I want to satisfy your curiosity, Becky," she said. "Dip your
hands in the water, and then gently caress and massage my breasts."
    
    My hands were shaking as I gently cupped Anne's breasts. Their
extraordinary, perfect shape had made me courious if they were natural.
"Go ahead, press them gently, give them a squeeze," she said. I did as
she said, and it brought a smile to my face. "See, they're real, it's
one hundred per cent me," Anne said.
    
    "They're so perfect, Mistress, that's the only reason I wondered,"
I said.
    
    "That will do, Becky, wash my hair," Anne said.
    
    I quickly removed my hands from Anne's breasts. "If I've offended
you, Mistress, I'm very sorry," I whispered.
    
    "I'm not offended by what you said, Becky," she said, "I just don't
like being pawed by school girls." Then, a moment later, she surprised
me by grasping my wrists and moving my hands back onto her breasts. "It
was wrong of me to say that, Becky," she said. "You weren't pawing me,
you were touching my breasts with the greatest of respect, and I
appreciate that." She looked up at my face, and I looked down and met
her gaze. Her face was as enchanting upside down as it was rightside
up. Smiling, she said, "It will take time for me to feel comfortable
with your hands on my body. Just now I let you go farther than I wanted
to, because I like you and I wanted to satisfy your curiosity, but then
I reacted badly to your touch. I apologize."
    
    I felt an urge to cry. I wasn't sure what I had done, or if it even
had anything to do with me, but I was happy to have witnessed this
softer side of Anne. "Mistress, it's a privilege to be with you like
this, and I hope we can do it often. I swear that I will always treat
your body with great respect."
    
    "I know you will, Becky," Anne said. "Please wash my hair now.
After we've bathed, I need to decide how I want to display you."
    
    "Anne, may I ask a question?" I asked.
    
    Anne laughed softly. "I believe you just did. Go ahead and ask
another one if you wish."
    
    That made me laugh. "I was just wondering what you meant by
displaying me, Anne."
    
    "You need to get used to me speaking of you as an object," she
said. "By 'displaying you' I am referring to how you will look: what if
any clothes and makeup you will wear, what attachments I will put on
you, what I'll do with your hair." I had wet Anne's hair with the
handheld spray, and was working shampoo into her hair. "Has Leo said
anything to you about cutting off your hair?" she asked.
    
    "Yes, Mistress, Leo said he wanted it shorter," I answered.
    
    "I don't want it shorter, Becky," Anne said, "I want it gone. I
want you completely naked for me. Tell me how you feel about that."
    
    Leo and I had already discussed cutting my hair, and I had made it
clear that I didn't want that. But now, here with Anne, I couldn't
think of a single reason why she shouldn't cut off my hair, if that's
what she wanted. I said, "I want to please you, Anne."
    
    "Good, then it's settled," she said. Then, "Don't rinse yet,
massage my scalp with your fingers for awhile."
    
    After massaging Anne's scalp for several minutes, I dared to say,
"Mistress, I think I should rinse the soap from your hair, leaving it
on too long will dry out your beautiful hair. I'd love to continue the
massage for as long as you'll let me, but I really should rinse you
now."
    
    She leaned her head back against me and looked up at me. "You're
right Becky, go ahead," she said. 
    
    As I reached for the spray head, I said, "Close your eyes,
Mistress, I don't want to get soap in them."
    
    "Don't get too familiar, Becky," Anne said, "that almost sounded
like you were telling me what to do."
    
    "I'm so sorry, Mistress," I said. "I meant no disrespect, I should
have asked you to please close your eyes."
    
    "Quite right," Anne said.
    
    I had begun to notice a pattern in my interactions with Anne. At
times she could be pleasant, or even friendly, to me; but then I would
do or say something she didn't like, and then her temper would flare,
or else she'd become impatient with what, to her, was my stupidity. I
decided that the best way to get past these incidents was simply to
keep my mouth shut, so I kept quiet and proceed with her bath.
    
    After thoroughly soaping Anne's back down to the water line, I took
a chance and began slowly massaging her shoulders. Anne immediately
moaned with pleasure. "How did you know I would like that?" she purred.
    
    "I took a chance, Mistress, I said. "I want to learn to be your
perfect slave, Mistress, and do what my Mistress wishes without always
having to be told. While I learn, I must risk displeasing you
sometimes, Mistress. It will be worth whatever punishment I receive
when I'm wrong, Mistress, if it makes me a better slave for you."
    
    Anne leaned back against my breasts again, then tilted her head
back and looked up at me. "I'm very pleased with you, Becky, you may
kiss my forehead," she said. I was thrilled that I had pleased her. As
I lowered my head, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of
my lips touching Anne's forehead. I held my breath for a second, then
slowly raised my head and opened my eyes. Anne was smiling. "Take my
hand and help me stand," she said.
    
    When Anne was standing, her back to me in the tub, she said, "You
may continue, Becky." I worked up a lather on my hands and began
working it onto Anne's lower back, then her beatiful, tight buttocks,
where I dared to linger and let my fingers stray into the cleft between
her cheeks several times. I could tell from the subtle change in her
posture that she found my touch pleasing.
    
    When Anne was still, her thighs didn't look muscular at all, even
though you could see the muscles ripple when she walked or when she
shifted her weight from one foot to the other. But to the touch, it was
obvious that she was well-muscled and strong. She spread her legs
slightly as I grasped her left thigh with both hands and began running
my palms up and down, lightly massaging. "Have you been trained to give
massage, Becky?" she asked.
    
    "No, Mistress," I answered.
    
    "You have the touch for it. When you're mine, we'll discontinue
your yoga training, and have you trained for massage. Wouldn't you like
to know the proper way to massage your Mistress' body?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I'd like that very much."
    
    After I had thoroughly washed and massaged Anne's thighs and
calves, she sat on the edge of the tub and put out her right foot. As I
washed her foot, I couldn't stop my eyes from straying up her leg to
her pussy. She saw me looking, but instead of getting angry she said,
"You want it badly, don't you?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress Anne, I want it very badly," I whispered.
    
    Anne was quiet for a moment, during which I dared to hope she would
grant my wish. Then she said, "If you continue to please me, and
continue to show that you can learn and improve, you might have it
soon."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said.
    
    When I finished washing her feet, Anne stood once more, with her
back to me. "Get to your feet and rinse my back, then we'll start on
the front," she said.
    
    When Anne turned to face me, I began spraying the front of her body
in preparation for applying soap. I could hardly wait to feel my hands
sliding over her soapy breasts. "Before you soap me, I want you to kiss
my breasts," she said.
    
    Beginning to tremble, I put down the handheld spray and bent to
Anne's left breast. "Kiss the nipple, then take it into your mouth. No
tongue," she said. I did as she said, but then I didn't know what to
do, I froze with Anne's left nipple in my mouth. "Suckle me like a baby
would," Anne said.
    
    I was startled. That was the last thing I would have expected Anne
to say, plus I had no idea how to suckle like a baby. I began sucking
gently on her nipple like it was a straw, while squeezing and releasing
with my lips. After a moment, Anne sighed. Then she reached up and
grasped my head gently with both hands. We stayed like that for what
seemed like several minutes, during which Anne moaned softly a few
times. I didn't really understand what was going on, but I found it
very arousing, my pussy was tingling.
    
    Without releasing my head, Anne said, "Do the other one now." I
reluctantly released her left nipple, which had stiffened and enlarged
in my mouth, and moved to her right breast. She sighed again when I
began suckling her right nipple. I was fully aroused, I could tell that
my pussy was very wet. Anne whispered, "When you're mine, this is how
you will put me to sleep at night."
    
    "That's enough... for now," Anne said after a few minutes, but she
didn't let go of my head. When I straightened up, she looked into my
eyes for a moment, and I was praying that she would kiss me, but she
didn't. Finally she let go of me, dropped her hands to her sides, and
simply said, "You'll understand everything in time. Continue with my
bath."
    
    Bathing the front of Anne's body was very hard for me. Hard to keep
from groping, or "pawing," her, to use her word. Hard to concentrate on
what I was doing, when all I really wanted was to pull her down and
make love to her as best I could. Hard to ignore the heat and wetness
in my pussy. But this was my trial, my challenge, my future with Anne,
to be always needing and never, or rarely, having what I needed.
    
    It was delicious agony, much more appealing to me than the
frustration Leo had promised. "I want everyone who comes here and sees
you to know that you need and want a good fucking," Leo had told me.
What Anne offered, on the other hand, was the want and need to give a
good fucking. To actually get a good fucking, from her at least, was
something that would forever be denied me. To always want what I could
never have, I couldn't turn away from it, it was like flame to a moth.
    
    "You did well," she said, when it was finished. My skin felt
flushed all over, I was sure she could see it on my face. A touch in
the right place would have brought me to orgasm, and I had no doubt
that she would have whipped me without mercy if I had cum without her
permission.
    
    "I enjoy seeing the effect I have on you," Anne said, "it confirms
my power over you. Can you understand that?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, it's very... I don't know the proper words,
Mistress. To be treated like this, it's what I need," I answered.
    
    "I know what you need far better than you do, Becky. A Yes or No
answer would have been better," Anne said. "Your punishment will be
increased for that emotional outburst."
    
    Anne looked at me silently for long moments, then she said, "Listen
carefully, slave. After you rinse and dry me, you may shampoo your hair
and bathe yourself in the shower. Be quick, I need you to brush my
hair, and then we'll decide how you will be displayed this evening.
You'll wear your hair in a ponytail, so don't worry about anything more
than towel drying it."
    
    After I had helped Anne to step out of the tub and patted her body
dry, she took the towel from me. "I'll dry my hair," she said. As she
walked out of the bathroom, wrapping the towel around her head, she
said without looking back, "Clean the tub before you shower."
    
    "You've kept me waiting too long, bring me your whip," Anne said as
I entered the bedroom. She was sitting at the dresser, facing the
mirror, brushing her hair. I knelt behind her, presenting the whip. She
spun around ond took it from me. "You have to learn to take care of
your needs without making me wait," she said, "turn around and clasp
your fingers behind your head."
    
    I shuffled around on my knees until my back was to Anne, then put
my hands behind my head. She immediately struck me three times on my
back, without waiting for me to thank her or give the count. I could
tell from the level of pain that she had striped me, but had not put
welts on my back.
    
    "Hang up your whip, then finish brushing my hair," Anne said. The
pain in my back was still increasing, as it would be for another few
minutes. I wiped the tears from my eyes as I shuffled back around to
face Anne. After thanking her and taking the whip from her, I stood and
carried the whip to its hook by the bedroom door.
    
    Following Anne's directions, I brushed her hair, then teased it a
little to give it the body she wanted. When I finished, she handed me a
scrunchy from the dresser top. "Here, fix your ponytail," she said,
then watched as I gathered up my hair and threaded it through the
scrunchy.
    
    "Perfect, you display beautifully," Anne said, thirty-five minutes
later. We were in the tiny bedroom that Anne said had been Beth's
quarters. The closet contained a variety of clothes that Anne said she
had bought for Beth, most of which also fit me. After trying and
rejecting a variety of clothes, undergarments, and, for want of a
better word, harnesses, Anne had made her choice.
    
    I was wearing a pair of open-toed, four-inch heels. The shoes had
thick soles, the style used to be called thick, or chunky. They were
pure white in color. The shoes were matched by a pair of high-waisted,
white silk pants. They hugged my thighs, but flared at my knees to
eight inches or so at the cuff, just above my toes. The waist was high
on my rib cage, about three inches below my breasts. From the pants
waist up, I was nude. I also sported nipple clips and a tight,
three-inch silver collar which forced me to keep my head tilted upward
slightly. Attached to an eyelet of the collar was a twelve-inch silver
chain that hung down between my breasts.
    
    Anne walked completely around me twice. "Leo says you don't like
your breasts," she said, "but they're really spectacular. They'll never
be covered while you're with me."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said. I was looking at myself in the
mirror, and I actually agreed with what Anne said. Covering up
everything below my breasts served to display them in a very favorable
way. I liked it.
    
    "I envy you for the size of your breasts," Anne said.
    
    My breasts were larger and heavier than Anne's, but hers were far
more attractive. That was how I saw it, but I was afraid to say so,
fearing that she would consider it another "emotional outburst." "Yours
are the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen, Mistress," I dared to
say.
    
    Anne smiled at me. "Once we get past the stage where you require
constant punishment, I'll flog your breasts daily, because I envy
them." She left me to think about that for a few moments, then said, 
"Now it's my turn to dress. Come, I need your advice." She held up her
right hand, with her index finger extended. With my thumb and
forefinger I grasped the ring at the end of my chain and placed it over
her finger, then followed her back to her bedroom.
    
    Anne dropped my chain as we entered her bedroom. After hanging up
my whip, I walked up behind her. She was standing in her large walk-in
closet, surveying her options.
    
    Anne looked back at me with a grin. "Since you're dressed in
Virginal Slave White, very appropriate in your case, I'm thinking
Wicked Queen Black for myself. What do you think?" Appropriate for me,
she meant, because I'd never been fucked by a woman. Anne had made it
pretty clear that, as long as I was with her, I would never be fucked
by a woman, and would likely not be fucked at all.
    
    "You'd look very good in black, Mistress," I answered. It was true,
black was the perfect contrast to her blonde mane and her flawless
white skin.
    
    Anne picked a gown from the closet and handed it to me. It was a
floor length silk gown that could also be worn as negligee. After
figuring out front from back, I gathered the gown in my hands and
waited for Anne. She held out her hands and I slipped the gown up her
arms, then guided it down her body. She stood still while I adjusted
the spaghetti straps and tugged the gown into place. It was gorgeous,
again I was amazed at how stunning her body looked when a hint of
mystery was added. The gown bared Anne's shoulders and the upper part
of her breasts, and in the rear it plunged to the small of her back. It
molded perfectly to her breasts and hips.
    
    "Shoes," Anne said as she turned away from me and walked to the
full length mirror across the room. I picked a pair of black shoes with
three inch heels, but when she saw me bringing them to her she said,
"Not those, can't you do anything without supervision?"
    
    "I'm sorry, Mistress," I said, turning back to the closet. I tried
another pair, also black, and she liked them better. She sat in a
nearby chair, and I knelt at her feet and put on her shoes. She held
out a hand, and I quickly stood, took her hand, and helped her to her
feet.
    
    Anne walked around the room so I could see her in motion. "Does it
look Ok?" she asked.
    
    "It's perfect, Mistress," I said.
    
    "In situations like this, I expect the truth from you, Becky," she
said.
    
    "I really think it's perfect, Mistress Anne," I said.
    
    Anne smiled and patted me on my cheek. She glanced at the clock on
her dresser. "We have over an hour before our guests are due, Becky,
show me what Marisa has taught you."
    
    I couldn't believe it. "Now, Mistress?" I asked, then regretted the
stupid question.
    
    "It's a test, slave, and you're off to a bad start," Anne said.
"Yes, Becky, now. I'll grant you a lot of leeway, but you'll ask
politely and respectfully whenever you want me in a certain position,
and you'll stay below my neck. Now get to work.
    
    "May I undress you, please Mistress?" I asked.
    
    "Yes, you may, but undress yourself first, we don't want our guests
to see you with a wet spot." I kicked off my shoes, and was beginning
to remove my pants, when Anne added, "The collar stays on, but remove
the chain and the clips, I don't want to feel that cold metal on my
body."
    
    I was terrified and very excited, and Anne knew it, there was no
point in trying to hide it from her. With trembling hands, I grasped
her upper arms lightly. Looking into her eyes, trying to keep my
expression neutral lest I be charged with another emotional outburst, I
ran my hands up and down her arms, then slowly moved my mouth toward
her left shoulder. After thoroughly kissing her shoulder, I slowly and
carefully lowered the strap of her gown. Then I returned to kissing,
concentrating on the upper part of her left breast. As my lips worked
their way down, I slowly pulled the gown down to expose more breast,
until I was kissing just above her areola.
    
    I moved to Anne's left shoulder and slowly repeated the whole
process. Glancing at her face, I was reassured to see her smiling.
Taking a risk, I stepped back and offered her my hand. She put her hand
in mine, and I slowly led her to stand in front of the full length
mirror. Then I moved behind her and began again at her left shoulder,
covering all of the exposed skin with kisses while my fingers and my
nipples lightly roamed over her back.
    
    Anne had sighed several times, and her breathing seemed a little
faster. I stopped the kissing and pressed my body against hers, then
reached around her and slowly uncovered her breasts. I was trying my
best to treat her body with the respect she deserved, but this step
scared me to the point that I almost lost my nerve. Sensing my growing
fear, Anne said, "I like everything you've done so far, Becky. Trust
your instincts, you're doing very well."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I whispered, then kissed the back of her
neck. I grasped her gown on both sides and slowly lowered it, until
only the swell of Anne's hips was preventing it from slipping all the
way to the floor. I then walked around in front of her, stepping
between her and her reflection in the mirror. After glancing briefly up
and down her torso, I slowly reached out with my trembling right hand
and placed my index finger on the outside of her left breast, at the
outer edge of her areola. I saw her nipple start to stiffen as I traced
a circle around it with my finger. While repeating the same thing with
her right breast, I lowered my mouth to her left breast and suckled her
nipple like she had showed me earlier. That produced a moan.
    
    I spent a good five minutes attending to Anne's breasts, and she
let me know that she was enjoying it. Several times she had put her
hands to my head, kindling my hope that she would actually kiss me. Of
course she never did.
    
    When I thought the time was right, I dropped to my knees in front
of Anne. I looked up into her eyes, and she smiled and nodded her head.
Reaching up, I gently lowered the gown off of her hips and let it drop
to the floor. I was going to leave it where it lay around her feet, but
Anne deftly kicked it across the room.
    
    I put my hands on Anne's sides, just above the swell of her hips,
then slowly caressed her skin as I moved down over her hips and onto
her thighs. Leaning forward slowly, I let my lips touch hers, at the
top of her vulva. Putting my hands in motion again, I caressed her hips
and the sides of her thigh, then gradually moved onto her buttocks, all
the time planting slow, gentle kisses all over her pussy. Finally I
worked up the nerve, and my tongue darted between her lips one time
before I continued kissing. 
    
    I gradually increased the frequency, as well as the depth, of my
probing. I loved the taste of her. She didn't taste anything like
Marisa, the only other woman I had experienced. The first time I tasted
Marisa, I thought, "Ok, it's not horrible, I can stand it." But Anne's
taste was actually pleasant, even a little sweet, I loved it.
    
    "We'll move to the bed now," Anne said. I stopped what I was doing
and looked up at her. "It's my fault for not allowing you enough time,
Becky," she said. "Frankly, I couldn't imagine you would be this good,
I thought I would tire of your attempts before now. But you are good.
You're very, very good, and I want you to make me cum now."
    
    I stood and held out my hand, intending to lead Anne to the bed.
Ignoring my hand, she pressed her body against mine and put her arms
around me. I was thinking, as hard as I could, "Kiss me, kiss me, you
know you want to kiss me," trying to project the idea into her mind,
but no such luck. After hugging me for a moment, Anne stepped back and
put her hand in mine, and let me take her to bed.
    
    I gave Anne two orgasms, and I wanted to give her many more, but
she said we had to stop. Afterwards, we made spoons, and she kissed me
on the back of my neck. "You're going to be my best lover ever, Becky,"
she said. "You will never again touch Marisa or any other woman
sexually, from now on you're mine alone."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said, "But Leo has commanded me to be trained by
Marisa."
    
    "I'll take care of Leo, you just do as I tell you," she said, then
kissed my neck again.
    
    Anne took her hand from my breast and slid it down to my crotch. I
opened my legs for her, and she probed my pussy with her fingers.
"You're soaking wet," she said.
    
    "I'm very sorry, Mistress, I couldn't help myself," I said.
    
    "Don't apologize," Anne said, "I like it that you were aroused,
that adds to my pleasure. Now go and take another shower, but don't
wash your hair again." As I was getting out of bed, she said, "Hurry,
you have five minutes."
    
    "Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress," I said as I ran to the
bathroom. Catching myself just in time at the bathroom door, I ran back
to the opposite wall and grabbed my whip, then ran back to the
bathroom. Just as I reached the bathroom door, Anne said, "Becky." I
stopped and turned to see what she wanted. Anne put her fingers in her
mouth, the fingers that had been in my pussy, then slowly pulled them
out. Not caring if it was an emotional outburst, I grinned at Anne,
then ran to the shower.
    
    "Mistress, may I please go downstairs and use my litter box?" I
asked as soon as I came out of the bathroom. Anne had dressed herself
and was sitting in her chair, waiting for me.
    
    Anne said, "There's no time for the ritual, Becky, just use the
toilet. And hurry."
    
    Several minutes after that, I was back in the bedroom and dressed
for Anne's inspection. She was satisfied with my "display," except that
she tightened my nipple clips until she could see the pain on my face,
then she had me put on a little lipstick.
    
    As we walked downstairs, Anne explained how I was to greet her
guests. She also repeated everything that she had told me before,
mainly that I was to show Mistress Maureen the same respect and
obedience that I showed Anne, and that I was to obey her slave Edward
in the kitchen. "You're here to serve, and when you're not serving you
must be invisible to us," Anne said. In the living room, Anne released
my chain as she sat on the couch. I knelt at her feet, and we waited.
    
    I jumped when the doorbell rang. "Go," Anne said.
    
    Hopping to my feet, I walked quickly to the front door. With
lowered eyes, I opened the door wide, then with my hand still on the
door handle I knelt and bowed my head. "Welcome to my Mistress' home,"
I said.
    
    "And who are you?" Maureen asked.
    
    "My name is Becky, Mistress," I answered.
    
    Maureen said, "Raise your head, Becky, let me see your face."
    
    I had assumed that Maureen would be the same approximate age as
Anne, but she wasn't. She seemed to be in her mid-fifties, and a little
on the heavy side. She had a pleasant face, and gray-streaked brown
hair. She wore a gown that was somewhat similar to Anne's, only with a
style more appropriate to her age and size. Around Maureen's neck was a
slender gold chain, and attached to the chain was a small key. Her
slave, Edward, was mildly attractive except for his shaved head, slim
and tall, about thirty. He wore a suit and tie.
    
    "You're a lovely girl, Becky," Maureen said. "Where's your
Mistress? I want to ask her where she's been hiding you."
    
    "Mistress Anne is waiting in the living room, Mistress," I said.
"May I take you there?" She nodded her head, so I got to my feet and
closed the door. "Please come this way, Mistress," I said.
    
    As I entered the living room, I said, "Mistress Anne, your guests
have arrived, Mistress Maureen and Edward."
    
    Anne rose from the couch and walked up to Maureen. They embraced
and kissed, not cheek to cheek, but mouth to mouth. "My dear friend,"
Anne said to Maureen. Anne then took Maureen's purse and handed it to
me, and I put it on a nearby table. Anne completely ignored Edward,
standing behind and to the side of Maureen.
    
    Anne led Maureen to the couch, and they both sat down. Edward took
his place on his knees at Maureen's feet. I went to the side table,
where Anne had prepared a pitcher of drinks, showing me in detail how
they were made so I could perform that task the next time. After
serving the drinks, I took my place on the floor beside my Mistress and
did my best to become invisible.
    
    Anne and Maureen talked for a long time, perhaps forty-five
minutes. Edward and I were ignored completely, except when Anne snapped
her fingers to have me refill their drink glasses. Most of their
conversation was about who was doing what in their world of tops and
bottoms. I didn't recognize any of the names they mentioned, except
Leo's. Then the conversation turned to me.
    
    "Where did you find this one?" Maureen asked, looking over at me.
    
    "Leo found her, she's still in training," Anne said. "I've borrowed
her for the weekend." She reached over and caressed my right breast,
then added, "I'm going to take her away from him, I want her for my
own."
    
    "What's her status?" Maureen asked.
    
    "Completely voluntary," Anne answered. "Leo showed her what she
was, and she took off from there, she's a natural. She goes to college
during the week, and Leo trains her on the weekend."
    
    "Remarkable," Maureen said, smiling at me. "Can I see her?"
    
    "Of course," said Anne. She sanpped her fingers, then pointed to a
spot on the floor, in front of the couch. "Becky, undress," she
commanded.
    
    Anne hadn't told me this was going to happen, but it didn't
surprise me. I was already half naked, and it wouldn't have bothered me
at all to strip for Anne and Maureen, but I was wishing that Edward
wasn't there.
    
    I took my pants off, then my shoes. "Remove the chain, Dear,"
Maureen said. I unclipped the chain from my collar and dropped it next
to my shoes.
    
    "Hands behind your head, Dear," Maureen said. When I was standing
with my hands clasped behind my head, Maureen made a motion with her
hand indicating that she wanted me to turn around. I turned my back to
the couch, glad to be facing away from the three of them.
    
    "Can I examine her?" I heard Maureen ask.
    
    "Certainly," Anne said. "but no penetration, please. I'm sure you
understand, Mo, she's not my property yet. I have to protect Leo's
interests."
    
    "I understand completely," Maureen said. I heard her rise from the
couch, then I felt her hands on my shoulders. I knew, because he had
told me so, that Leo would eventually turn me over to other people,
strangers to me, to use my body as they pleased. I found the idea
terrifying, I didn't know how I would react when the time came. But
now, all of a sudden, the time was here. A woman I had seen for the
first time less than an hour ago had her hands on my naked body. I felt
overwhelmed by fear, humiliation, and shame. I felt like a slut. It
made me incredibly hot.
    
    Maureen had worked her way down my back, touching, pressing, and
squeezing my flesh, as if she was evaluating an animal. "She marks
beautifully," she said, as her hands felt and squeezed my
freshly-striped cheeks. "I hope I'll have an opportunity to see her
whipped."
    
    "Perhaps," Anne said. "But she's adapting to my demands very
quickly, there might not be a need to whip her again tonight. She's
owed a big punishment though, a flogging with the cream. I was hoping
you'd participate, and then stay the night."
    
    "I'd like that, thank you," Maureen said. Then, to me, she said,
"Turn around, Dear, and lower your arms. I want to examine your
breasts."
    
    When I did as she commanded, Maureen first traced the welts on my
chest. "That was where I first marked her," Anne said. "I struck her a
little harder than I had intended."
    
    Looking up at my face, Maureen said, "But you got the message,
didn't you, Dear? You knew it was serious, then, didn't you?"
    
    I had trouble answering, my throat suddenly was very dry. "Yes,
Mistress," I whispered.
    
    Maureen caressed my left breast, and I couldn't keep from cringing
when her fingers brushed my nipple clip. She smiled. "Can we remove
these clips, Anne?" she said. "I see you still like them just a little
too tight."
    
    I glanced at Anne, then back at Maureen. There was no doubt they
had a history of some kind. Anne laughed softly. "Ask Becky if she
would like to have them tightened," she said.
    
    Maureen looked at me. "Is that right, Becky, could you stand to
have them even tighter?"
    
    "If Mistress wishes," I whispered.
    
    "Go ahead and remove them if you wish, Mo," Anne said.
    
    "We'll remove just one for now," Maureen said. She quickly loosened
and removed the clip on my left nipple, then watched me and waited for
the rush of pain.
    
    I was so tense, I hadn't realized how excited I had become. The
added pain, as the blood rushed back into my nipple, pushed me over the
edge, and I felt an orgasm starting to build. I looked at Anne.
"Mistress, may I please cum?" I asked.
    
    "Certainly not!" Anne said. I panicked. I knew that the
consequences of disobeying Anne in front of her friend would be awful,
but I didn't know how to stop the orgasm.
    
    "Please, Mistress," I said, looking at Anne, "I don't want to cum,
I don't want to disobey, I just don't know how to stop it. Please help
me, Mistress, help me be the slave you deserve and expect."
    
    Maureen had been watching me as I begged for help. She looked over
at Anne, and Anne nodded. Turning back to me, Maureen slapped me hard
on the side of my face. My orgasm withered and died.
    
    Stunned by the force of the blow, I raised my hand to my face, but
then Maureen took my wrist and forced my arm back down. I looked at
her, and she shook her head slightly. "Is it better now, Dear?" she
asked.
    
    I realized then that she had slapped me to help, not to punish me.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress" I whispered.
    
    "Let's get this other clamp off, Dear, you've worn them a little
too long," Maureen said.
    
    I looked at Anne to see if she agreed with what Maureen wanted to
do. "It's Ok, Becky, you're not in trouble," Anne said. "You begged for
help, and you got it, isn't that right?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said to Anne.
    
    "As you can see, Mo," Anne said to her friend, "she's undisciplined
and inept, but she wants desperately to please."
    
    "Actually, I think it's charming," Maureen said, "I see the
attraction. Some day she'll be a wonderful slave, if she survives the
training." She turned her attention back to me, cupping my pussy in the
palm of her right hand. "Let me see how wet you are, Dear, then I'll
stop tormenting you." She rubbed her hand over my pussy, pressing hard
enough to contact my clit. Then, holding her hand up and examining her
palm, she said, "Very nice, do you always get this wet, Dear?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said, embarassed.
    
    Maureen stepped closer, then kissed me on my cheek. "You're a good
girl, Becky," she said. "If Anne ever tires of you, I'd certainly be
willing to give you a tryout."
    
    I had no idea what I was supposed to say to that, I wasn't even
sure if she was serious. "Thank you, Mistress," I again whispered.
    
    "You may reattach your chain, Becky," Anne said. I assumed she
meant that I should remain naked, I picked up my chain from where I had
dropped it by my pants. After clipping the chain to my collar, I picked
up my silk pants and began folding them.
    
    "Edward is wearing a new cage," Maureen said, "would you like to
see?"
    
    "If you wish," Anne said. I was surprised by Anne's cool response
to her friend, it seemed to me that she was saying she didn't care
whether or not she saw Edward's cage, whatever that was.
    
    I was happy that their attention seemed to be turning away from me.
On a hand signal from Anne. I returned to my kneeling position at her
feet. After laying my folded pants and my shoes beside me on the
carpet, I again attempted to become invisible.
    
    Maureen sat beside Anne on the couch. Without looking at Edward,
she said, "Get up." I had resisted looking at Edward the whole time I
was standing in front of the couch, but now I glanced at him as he
stood up. He was looking at me. More precisely, he was looking at my
breasts, and I knew what that look meant. "Keep your eyes to yourself,
slave," Maureen said, her voice much harsher than when she was talking
to me earlier. Edward immediately lowered his eyes, and Maureen added,
"Take Becky's place and strip."

    Edward took a few steps forward, then turned and began taking off
his clothes. He wasn't wearing underwear, after removing his jacket,
shirt and tie, pants, and shoes, he was naked. He wasn't slim, as I had
first thought, rather he was skinny, his ribs showed. He had whip marks
all over his body, ranging from almost faded to very fresh. Then I
noticed the cage Maureen had been referring to.
    
    There was a device attached to Edward's penis and testicles. It
formed a cylindrical cage that imprisoned his dick and forced it to
curve downward. My first thought was that it must hurt like hell to get
an erection when wearing that. The device seemed to be held on by a
ring which encircled his scrotum and tightly trapped his balls. The
whole thing was made of shiny metal, I guessed it was stainless steel.
It must have been heavy.
    
    Maureen had Edward turn slowly in a circle, showing us that his
back side was also covered in whip marks. So much for the sweet,
compassionate act Maureen had given me, I'd take my chances with Anne.
    
    "Do you keep that on him all the time?" Anne asked. It was obvious
from her voice that she was just trying to make polite conversation.
    
    "He's on a points system," Maureen said. "When he earns enough
points, I let him remove it for an hour."
    
    "That's an interesting idea," Anne said. "How long does it take him
to earn enough points?"
    
    "Edward, when was the last time you were without your cage?"
Maureen asked.
    
    "Over two months, Mistress," Edward said, speaking for the first
time.
    
    "Do better," Maureen said, ice in her voice.
    
    "Apologies, Mistress," Edward said. He thought for a few moments,
then said, "The last time I was without the cage was sixty-five days
ago, Mistress."
    
    Maureen pointed to the floor beside her. Edward immediately
gathered up his clothes, then walked to his spot and knelt. Maureen
turned away from him and began talking to Anne, and immediately Edward
glanced at my breasts again. I decided that I didn't like him.
    
    Anne and Maureen chatted about various things for perhaps another
fifteen minutes, completely ignoring their slaves. Finally, Maureen
asked if Edward should start dinner. Anne agreed, so Maureen said,
"Bring the supplies in from the car."
    
    Edward got to his feet. "May I take the car keys from your purse,
Mistress?" he asked. After getting Maureen's approval, he walked to the
table where I had left the purse, took out a ring of keys, then headed
for the front door of the house. He was still naked.
    
    "Go and help, Becky," Anne said. Swallowing hard, I hopped to my
feet and followed Edward. I grabbed my whip from it's hook as I went
through the living room door, but Anne said, "That rule is suspended
while you're on kitchen duty, Becky, put the whip back on its hook."
    
    Thanking Anne, I hung up my whip, then hurried after Edward. As I
went through the open front door of the house, I heard Anne say, "She
wants so badly to please, she makes it hard for me to whip her as much
as I'd like to."
    
    "I never thought I'd hear that from you," Maureen said.
    
    I'd never been out the front door to Anne's house, I had no idea
what was out there, so given a choice I wouldn't have gone out naked.
But I hadn't been given a choice, all I could do was take a deep breath
as I went through the door.
    
    I was relieved to see that the front of the house was relatively
shielded from view. It was nearly dark, but still light enough to see
that there was a wall across the front of Anne's property. In front of
the house, the wall was set back, and the gap between the wall sections
formed the entrances onto the horseshoe-shaped driveway. I couldn't see
if there was a gate behind the center wall, but I suspected there was.
    
    Edward was standing at the open trunk at the rear of what must have
been Maureen's car. His first words to me were, "Becky, come over here
and take these groceries, it's too cold to be standing out here naked."
    
    As I walked to the rear of the car, Edward lifted a large, open-top
cardboard box out of the trunk. It contained several paper bags of
groceries, along with several bottles of wine. I reached out to take
the box from him, but her held on to it and stared at my breasts. "I've
wanted my hands on those for the last hour," he said. "When we get back
inside, in the privacy of the kitchen, I'm going to do my own
examination of that body."
    
    "Oh, no you're not," I said defiantly. "My Mistress has commanded
me to help you prepare dinner, and that's all I'm going to do for you.
Keep your hands to yourself."
    
    As he handed me the box, which was much heavier than I thought it
would be, he laughed. "Who's going to stop me, you?" he said. "You're
going to do exactly what I tell you to do."
    
    "Mistress Anne will stop you," I said.
    
    Edward had removed a second box from the car's trunk, a much
smaller box than the one he gave me. He slung it under one arm, closed
the trunk lid, and pointed to the front door. As I turned and headed
toward the door, he slapped me lightly on my ass, then laughed again.
Angry now, I turned and glared at me. "Don't touch me again, Edward, I
mean it," I said.
    
    "Are you gonna tell on me?" he asked mockingly.
    
    I didn't say anything to Anne as we walked through the living room
on our way to the kitchen. After we put our boxes on the kitchen
counter, Edward switched to a serious tone. "Listen, if you complain to
your mistress bitch, we'll both be whipped," he said. "That's how they
solve conflicts between slaves, Becky, they punish both slaves. So you
be a good little girl, and let me feel you up as much as I want to, and
we'll get along just fine." Looking down at his caged cock, he added,
"It's not like I can fuck you, much as I'd like to."
    
    "Maureen only lets you fuck every two months?" I asked, trying to
shift the conversation away from me.
    
    Edward snorted. "No, you ignorant cunt," he snarled, "she lets me
jerk off every three or four months. She hasn't let me fuck in nearly
two years."
    
    I didn't know what to say after that, it was a pretty surprising
piece of information, assuming that he was telling the truth. He walked
up close to me and put his hand on my right breast. "See, that's not so
bad, is it?" he said, slowly moving his fingertips over my breast.
    
    I felt trapped. I believed what he had told me, about how Anne
would react if I complained. It had a ring of truth to it, I decided I
was on my own to deal with him the best I could. "In spite of what you
heard in the living room, I don't like pain," I said. "Don't hurt me,
and don't go inside, Ok?"
    
    Edward grinned, then kissed me on my lips. "Ok, let's start
dinner," he said. He started unpacking the supplies, and soon he had a
variety of vegetables laid out on the counter for me to peel and dice.
As I began working, he was moving all around the kitchen, gathering
cooking utensils. Every time he would walk by me, he would caress my
ass or my breasts. Then he stopped behind me, reached around and cupped
my breasts with both hands, and pressed his body against mine. His cage
pressed into the crack of my ass. It felt hot to my skin.
    
    I tried to not react at all to Edward's advances. "You're a
lesbian, aren't you?" he asked.
    
    "No."
    
    "Yes you are, just like that bitch you serve."
    
    "Anne's not a lesbian either."
    
    "Are you sure? Have you seen her with a man?" Edward asked, as one
of his hands drifted down my stomach toward my pussy. He was trying to
distract me while he pumped me for information.
    
    "I'm not going to discuss my Mistress with you, it's none of your
business," I said.
    
    His fingers brushed my pussy lips. "If I wasn't wearing this cage,"
he whispered in my ear, "I'd have you bent over this counter right now,
and I'd be plowing your pussy and your ass." He slipped two fingers
inside me.
    
    Bracing my hands against the edge of the kitchen counter, I pushed
back quickly, pushing him away from me. I turned around, holding the
kitchen knife in front of me, pointed at him. "No, you wouldn't," I
said. "You've had your feel, now keep your hands off of me or I'll make
you sorry." Looking down at his caged cock, I said, "The openings in
your cage are big enough to get this knife through. Don't you have
enough problems with your dick now? Do you really want more?"
    
    Edward glared at me. "You fucking bitch, don't tell me you're not a
lesbian."
    
    "Think what you want, asshole," I said. "Just don't touch me again."
    
    Determined to have the last word, he said, "I'll be touching you
plenty later tonight, cunt, I'm the one who's going to flog you. And
I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it."
    
    We didn't speak for a long time, except when Edward assigned me a
new task; but he didn't put his hands on me again, either. Then, out of
the blue, he said, "You must be retarded, how could you choose to be a
slave?"
    
    "If you hate it so much, why don't you leave?" I asked in return.
    
    "If only I could," he said.
    
    That got my attention. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Why can't you
leave, if you want to?"
    
    "None of your god damn business," was all he said, pretty much
killing that thread of conversation.
    
    A few minutes later, Anne came into the kitchen. "Becky, come," she
said. I followed her into the hallway, then to the bathroom where my
litter box was located. Anne turned and looked at me. "Is he bothering
you?" she asked.
    
    I wasn't sure how to answer. "Mistress, Edward told me that you
would settle any conflict between us by whipping us both," I said.
    
    That annoyed her. "That would be true, Becky, unless I had asked
you first if you had a problem. Answer my question right now, or I will
whip you."
    
    "He was putting his hands on me, Mistress," I said, "until I
threatened to cut his penis with a paring knife."
    
    Anne smiled. "Return to your duties, Becky," she said.
    
    "May I ask a question, Mistress?" She nodded her head. "Is Edward
going to flog me during my punishment, Mistress?"
    
    "Yes, under my careful supervision," she said. "He won't flog you
harder than I wish, and you won't be left alone with him while you're
helpless. Since you're obviously not helpless now, you may return to
the kitchen."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said, then I turned and headed into the
hallway.
    
    "Becky," Anne said softly. I stopped and turned to face her. "I'm
very pleased with you," she said. I thanked her again, then went back
to the kitchen.
    
    When I entered the kitchen, Edward turned and looked at me. I
smiled at him, all of a sudden he seemed harmless. "What did she want?"
he asked.
    
    "None of your god damn business," I said, still smiling. "What do
you need me to do next?"
    
    Whatever else he was, Edward did seem to be a good cook. Before
long the kitchen was filled with wonderful smells, making me aware that
I was very hungry. Since Anne had said that I normally wouldn't eat
until she had finished her meal, I assumed that I would be hungry for
hours. Edward, on the other hand, was constantly tasting and sampling
from the dishes he was preparing. I could have done the same, Edward
certainly couldn't have stopped me; but I chose to stay hungry, because
I was sure that's what my Mistress wanted.
    
    After another half hour, Edward sent me to tell Anne and Maureen
that dinner would be ready in five minutes. "Set the dining room table
for two, Becky," Anne said. "You will serve us."
    
    "Tell Edward to remain in the kitchen until told otherwise,"
Maureen said.
    
    After setting the table, I stood by the kitchen door, awaiting
instructions. Anne was displeased with the way I had arranged the place
settings, so she made me do it again following her detailed
instructions. When I had everything arranged as she wished, she said,
"Will you remember how to do it the next time, or do you need a few
stripes to reinforce your training?"
    
    "I'll remember, Mistress," I said.
    
    I served the courses as Edward prepared and plated them. In between
trips to the kitchen, I knelt beside Anne, listening to her
conversation with Maureen and awaiting her instructions. The food I was
serving looked and smelled so good, and I was so hungry, that I began
salivating. Once, while I was at Anne's side, my stomach rumbled so
loudly that she heard it. I was afraid it had make her angry, but
instead she laughed softly and then fed me a forkful of food. It tasted
even better than I had imagined from the aroma. I was so grateful, I
almost said something that would have qualified as an emotional
outburst. Catching myself just in time, I only said, "Thank you,
Mistress."
    
    "What?" Anne asked. I quickly looked up to see if she was talking
to me, but she was looking at Maureen.
    
    "You're going to spoil her," Maureen said. "She needs a lot more
whip, and a lot less TLC."
    
    "She's unique, I know what I'm doing," Anne said. "Leo said she was
practically training herself, and he's right. She just needs to be
shown what to do, and she has to learn to pay attention to the details.
Tonight's punishment will help her to learn that a slave must not
overlook even the smallest details. Come back in a few months, Mo, I
promise you'll be impressed."
    
    "We'll see," Maureen said.
    
    "Look at her," Anne said. "This is the first time in her life she's
served dinner to anyone except Leo, and you know how lenient he is. So
tell me, was her service unsatisfactory? Did she do anything to
displease you? Tell me if she did, and I'll whip her for it. Better
still, you can whip her."
    
    "No, she did very well," Maureen said.
    
    It was difficult for me to keep a straight face. I wanted to smile,
or maybe to laugh out loud while turning cartwheels. Hearing Anne tell
me that she had changed her opinion of me was one thing, a very good
thing; but to hear her tell another mistress that I was going to be a
good slave, that I was going to be HER good slave, it was... wonderful.
    
    The final dinner course finished, Anne gave me instructions.
"Becky, tell Edward that he is to serve coffee in the living room. You
may prepare a bowl of oatmeal, then have your dinner on the kitchen
floor. As soon as you finish eating, quickly clean up the mess in the
kitchen, then find me."
    
    "Yes, Mistress Anne," I said, hopping to my feet. I was already
salivating at the thought of a bowl of oatmeal. Watching Anne and
Maureen eat while I was so hungry had been torture, and now my reward
was at hand. I tried not to think about my punishment, real torture,
which would begin soon after I reported to Anne.
    
    It took me nearly thirty-five minutes to eat, get all of the dishes
and utensils into the dishwasher, and clean the kitchen surfaces. After
a final inspection to make sure that I hadn't missed any details, I
took a deep breath and then went to find my Mistress. I was really
starting to dread the rest of the evening, but at least I wasn't hungry
any more.
    
    The living room was deserted. I felt a knot in my stomach, and I
knew where I would find Anne. Taking my whip from its hook, I proceeded
to the white punishment room.
    
    A second chair had been added beside the single chair that had been
in the white room the previous evening. Anne and Maureen were seated,
and Maureen was holding a whip in her right hand. Edward was standing
with his back to them, his hands clasped behind his head. The hateful
look he gave me said everything I needed to know, but I could also see
that his scrawny body bore fresh stripes. He had been whipped because
of me, because of what I had told Anne, and now he was going to be
allowed to flog me.
    
    "Come to me, Becky," Anne said. Trying to clear my mind, I walked
to Anne's chair. She looked at my eyes as I approached her, I think she
was assessing my level of fear. When I stopped before her, Anne's eyes
flicked down to the floor at my feet, then returned. She smiled as I
knelt, pleased that I had read her subtle command.
    
    Anne looked at me silently for long moments. Finally she said,
"Tell me why you deserve punishment."
    
    I was ready for that. I carefully recounted, in great detail,
everything I had done wrong. First, I listed all of the mistakes I had
made since my first flogging, the last of those being my unsatisfactory
place setting of the dinner table. Then, I revisited all of the things
I had done wrong since Anne and I had met Friday afternoon, for which I
had already been punished once. Finally, I repeated the real reason why
she should punish me, because I wanted to be her perfect slave and I
needed to be punished for every error, no matter how small.
    
    When I finished speaking, Anne and I looked into each other's eyes
for a long moment. Slowly, a smile came to Anne's lips, then she looked
over at Maureen, an "I told you so" look. "You were right," Maureen
said softly.
    
    Anne looked back at me. "Your complete and accurate account of your
mistakes indicates to me that you do indeed wish to be my perfect
slave, and that you truly regret falling short of my expectations. Your
punishment will be reduced by half, you will be flogged for a period of
one hour."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said softly. An hour of flogging with that
horrible cream on my body would be hell, but it was better than two
hours. I had survived an hour of light flogging the previous evening, I
was confident that I could do an hour of hard flogging, assuming that
Anne could keep Edward under control. The hardest part would be holding
still and remaining quiet.
    
    Anne leaned forward and removed my collar. Then she flicked her
eyes upward. I quickly got to my feet, and I was rewarded with another
smile. "Do you need to use your litter box before we begin?" she asked.
I answered that I did. "Hurry," she said. I turned and headed for the
bathroom, grabbing my whip from the hook as I went out the door.
    
    I had been on the litter box a few seconds, when Maureen came to
the bathroom door. My eyes were drawn to the whip in her hand. Looking
down at her hand, she smiled. "It's not for you, Becky, although heaven
knows I'd love to have you under my whip. I get so used to carrying it,
sometimes I'm not even conscious of it... No, I just wanted to watch
you on the litter box, Anne said you actually prefer this to the
toilet. Is that true?"
    
    "I don't like the smell, Mistress," I answered, "but I like the way
it makes me feel. It makes me feel lower in status than Leo or Anne, I
guess that's what I like about it, Mistress."
    
    "It also makes you feel special, doesn't it? I think that's what
you really like. It draws attention to you, it sets you apart."
    
    I'd never looked at it that way. Maureen's assessment had a ring of
truth to it, but I wasn't ready to agree with her. "I don't know,
Mistress," I said.
    
    I had finished peeing, but I also needed to take a dump. I was
hoping Maureen would go away, but she remained in the doorway, so I
began shitting. When I finished and wiped myself, I got to my feet and
began performing the ritual of cleaning my litter box. As I performed
the final action, leaving myself a pattern in the litter, Maureen
laughed. "What a wonderful touch, did you think of that yourself?"
    
    "No, Mistress, Leo taught me to do it," I said.
    
    I was ready to return to Anne for my punishment, but Maureen still
blocked the bathroom door. She raised her hand and caressed my breasts
with the whip. "Once Anne has you trained to her satisfaction, I'm
going to borrow you for a weekend," she said. "You will become very
familiar with this whip, and then I'll turn you over to Edward for a
night. Would you like that?"
    
    I couldn't give her my true answer, so I lowered my eyes and
remained silent. After a moment Maureen laughed, then stepped out of my
way. Grabbing my whip from its hook, I hurried past her and returned to
the white room.
    
    Anne was attaching cuffs to my wrists. They were heavily padded,
telling me that I would be hung from the ceiling during my flogging.
Anne turned her head and looked at the door, I assumed it was because
Maureen had returned. "I hope you're satisfied," Anne said.
    
    "I wanted to see fear in her eyes," Maureen said. "She's even more
lovely when she's afraid."
    
    Anne put her hand to the side of my face and looked into my eyes.
"Yes, that's true," she said. Then she resumed her task of fitting me
with the wrist cuffs. Without looking up at me again, she asked, "Are
you ready to begin your punishment, Becky?"
    
    "Yes, Anne, I'm ready," I said, trying to sound like I meant it.
The faint smile on Anne's face told me I hadn't pulled it off. She
kissed me on my cheek, then turned to Edward and snapped her fingers.
He turned to her, and then followed her to the far wall of the room.
    
    Under Anne's direction, Edward suspended a pulley from a hook in
the ceiling. The pulley had a rope running through it, and after
fastening them together, Anne attached my cuffs to the rope. I took my
position under the pulley, which placed me in front of the two chairs,
about eight feet away. Edward pulled the rope until I was forced up
onto my tiptoes, then tied off the rope using a wall hook behind me.
    
    While Edward was tying off my rope, Anne was putting on a latex
glove. Slowly and methodically, she massaged the pain cream onto my
skin, covering me completely, front back and sides, from just below my
armpits to just above my knees. She even rubbed the cream into the
crack between my butt cheeks and onto my outer labia, but fortunately
she didn't put any inside me.
    
    "I don't require that you remain silent," she said, standing in
front of me. "In fact, I don't want you to remain silent, I want to
hear your sobs and your screams, just don't speak. At some point I
might gag you, but until then you may make all of the noise you wish."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I whispered.
    
    "Learn from this punishment, slave," she said. "Learn to obey your
mistress at all cost, no matter the effort. Learn that there is no
detail too trivial for your attention. Learn that no mistake or
disobedience on your part will go unpunished. Learn that the only
important thing in your life is my pleasure."
    
    "I will learn to please you, Mistress. I swear I will," I whispered.
    
    Anne ran her hand over my breast, causing me to jerk from the pain.
I lost my footing and momentarily hung from my wrists, but then I was
able to recover and stand on my tiptoes again. "We'll give the cream
another minute," Anne said. She turned her attention to Edward, telling
him what she expected of him, and what would happen to him if he
flogged me harder than she wished.
    
    Anne walked to the door, behind me and to my left. I heard the door
close, then Anne returned and sat in her chair beside Maureen. Edward
was standing in front of me, to my right, the flogger ready in his
hand, glaring at me. I knew from the warm, prickly sensations all over
my body, that the cream was at full strength, and that the slightest
touch on my skin would bring exquisite pain. I locked my eyes on
Anne's, and she smiled at me. A moment later, she said, "Begin."
    
    I cried out as the flogger burned across my left breast.
Immediately, Anne said, "That's too hard, Edward, this is your last
warning," He struck my right breast, not as hard, but still bad enough
to wring a cry of pain from me. Anne remained silent, and I realized
that this was going to be the worst flogging of my life. I glanced at
Edward's face, and he was grinning.
    
    Edward began methodically working his way down my body. As hard as
I tried, I couldn't hold back a cry each time the flogger struck. Soon
my eyes were flooded with tears, which burned my skin as they dripped
onto my breasts. I kept repeating silently to myself, over and over,
"It's not real, it's not real." But I couldn't deny the pain, and soon
the sobs and tears weren't enough, I had to scream the pain away. Once
I started screaming, I couldn't stop until I ran out of breath. As I
remembered doing under Leo's torture, which was nothing compared to the
pain Edward was causing me, I began a cycle of screaming and panting,
screaming and panting, over and over.
    
    After an eternity of pain, I heard Anne's quiet voice. "Stop," she
said, and Edward put his arm down. I felt no relief, even though the
level of pain was no longer increasing. I was able to stop screaming,
but I couldn't be quiet, so I moaned. Anne stood and walked to the wall
behind me, then soon she returned to my view. "Are you all right?" she
asked me.
    
    "It hurts so bad, Mistress," I croaked. "Is it over, Mistress?"
    
    "It's half over, Becky," Anne said. "Drink some water and rest for
a minute." She held a glass to my lips, and I greedily drank the cold
water she offered. "After you rest, I'm going to gag you, and then
we'll finish."
    
    "As you wish, Mistress," I said, my voice weak. I still felt the
need to moan, but out of respect I was trying to keep quiet while Anne
was speaking to me.
    
    "Would you like more water?" Anne asked.
    
    "No, thank you, Mistress," I answered.
    
    Anne returned to her chair and whispered something to Maureen. I
glanced over at Edward. He wasn't grinning any more. "I'm sorry," he
whispered to me, but Maureen heard or saw him speak and told him to be
silent. I did the best I could to smile at him.
    
    I was too weak to support myself on my tiptoes continuously, I
spent most of my rest time hanging limply from my wrists. After several
minutes, Anne went to one of the many hidden compartments in that room
and returned to me with a gag. It was different from the ball gag Leo
usually used on me, it had straps that went over my head and under my
chin, as well as behind my neck.
    
    After the gag was fitted to her satisfaction, Anne attached a
squeeze bulb to the front of the gag and began inflating it. As it
inflated, it pressed down on my tongue, and then pressed against the
back of my throat. I was afraid it was going to trigger my gag reflex
and make me vomit, but after a moment I was able to stop the gagging
sensation. My mouth had never felt so full, and I decided that I would
never again complain about the size of Leo's cock.
    
    Having inflated the gag to her satisfaction, Anne removed the
squeeze bulb from the gag, then returned to her seat. She looked at me
for a long moment, then said, "Resume."
    
    I lost track of how long it had been going on, and of how many
cycles Edward had executed, a cycle being a complete flogging of my
front and rear. I had no more strength to support myself. I could no
longer scream against my mouth-filling gag. I was still aware of
everything that was happening to me, I still felt every blow from the
flogger, I just couldn't react to it.
    
    "Forgive me, Mistress," Edward said, "but we should stop. She's
almost unconscious, Mistress."

    "I'll whip him later for that outburst, Anne," Maureen said, "but I
agree. We should stop."
    
    "No, please don't whip him for being right," Anne said. Then she
said, "You may stop now, Edward, thank you."
    
    Soon I felt the cooling spray of the pain antidote, and then I knew
I had survived. I resolved to do anything it took to avoid another
punishment from Anne. Since I had no intention of ever leaving her,
that meant I had to become her perfect slave, and I had to do it
starting at that moment.
    
    I zoned out for a minute. When I became aware again, I was on the
floor, and Anne was there with me, holding me in her arms. The pain was
all but gone. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I whispered, "if I could just rest
for a few minutes, then I'll be able to finish my punishment." I wasn't
faking, I had really forgotten that I'd already been sprayed with the
pain antidote.
    
    "Your punishment is finished, Becky," Anne said. "You did very
well. Would you like some water?"
    
    "Thank you, Mistress, I would," I said. Anne reached up, and
someone put a glass of water in her hand. She held it to my lips, and I
greedily drank the whole glass.
    
    Anne held me for a long time. When I felt alive again, I said, "I
feel much better now, Mistress Anne, how may I serve you?"
    
    "Can you stand up?" she asked.
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I'm sure I can," I said. She took her arms from
around me, and I tried to stand up, but I fell back to the floor again.
"I'm so sorry, Mistress," I whispered. I heard Anne tell Edward to pick
me up and carry me to my room, and I remembered that Edward had taken a
chance, and risked additional punishment for himself, by begging for my
punishment to stop. When he was holding me in his arms, I put my mouth
close to his ear and whispered my thanks to him.
    
    The next thing I remembered, I was on my back on a comfortable
surface. It was the air mattress in my room. Anne knelt beside me. "How
may I serve you, Mistress? I asked again.
    
    "Sleep well, Becky," Anne said. "Tomorrow you will serve me again."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said as I went to sleep.
    
    I woke up with someone's hand over my mouth. Opening my eyes, I
looked at Edward's face above me. "I'm going to fuck you, whether you
want it or not," he hissed. "If you resist, I'll hurt you."
    
    His legs were already between mine. It wasn't until later that I
remembered his cage, while he was on me all I could think of was that I
only had seconds to prevent myself from being raped. I tried to get my
knees under him, to prevent him from lowering himself onto me. At the
same time, I grabbed his head with my hands, then tried to stick a
finger in his eye. He let go of my mouth, then easily trapped both of
my wrists in one hand. "Get off of me," I yelled, then I screamed in
rage.
    
    Edward pulled my hands over my head and held them down onto the
matress, then he covered my mouth again with his other hand. During the
distraction, I had managed to get my knees up under him, and I began
trying to kick him away from me. He let go of my mouth long enough to
slap me hard, then covered my mouth again before I could cry out.
    
    Denied the use of my hands, I kept trying to kick him away from me.
As I struggled, I saw a shadow over us both, and then Edward was off of
me. It seemed like he had been pulled upward suddenly. I sat up,
preparing to fight him should he attack me again. I saw that Anne had a
grip on one of his hands, with his thumb bent back against his wrist at
an impossible angle. His mouth was open like he was screaming, but he
wasn't making a sound. Anne put her free hand to his head and pounded
his head against the wall several times. Then she whipped him around,
still grasping his thumb and wrist in some sort of martial arts hold,
and kicked him in the crotch a number of times. Her foot moved so fast
as she kicked him, I actually couldn't count the number of kicks. It
was then I noticed for the first time that Edward wasn't wearing his
cage, and that he had a huge erection.
    
    Edward still hadn't made a sound. He fell to his knees, then onto
his side, then he tried to curl into a ball. Anne kept her grip on his
hand, but then she began whipping him, she must have been carrying the
whip in her free hand all along. Every time the whip struck Edward's
skin, blood welled up. He tried to curl into a tighter ball, but he
made no attempt to get away or to fight back.
    
    Anne must have struck Edward a dozen times, in only a few seconds.
He was covered with blood, and he wasn't moving. Anne Let go of his
hand, walked over to my mattress, and dropped to her knees beside me.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I think so," I said.
    
    "Did he penetrate you?"
    
    "No, Mistress."
    
    Her face softened. "I'm very sorry this happened, Becky. You're my
responsibility, and I failed to protect you. I can't tell you how sorry
I am."
    
    "But you did protect me, Anne," I said. "I'll never forget that you
saved me from being raped. I'm yours forever, Anne."
    
    "I want you to be mine forever, Becky," she said.
    
    "How did he get his cage off, Mistress?" I asked.
    
    "I think Maureen took off her keychain necklace while we made
love," Anne said. "She must have left it on the night table when we
went to sleep." She looked over at Edward, who still hadn't moved. "I
told her we should have chained up that bastard," she added, "but she
assured me he was harmless."
    
    Just then Maureen came into my room. Anne had come to my aid naked,
but Maureen had taken the time to dress, she had even put on her shoes.
"Oh, God," she said after surveying the room. She wasn't very
convincing.
    
    Anne stood and walked up to Maureen. "Get this piece of filth out
of my house before I kill it," she said. As Maureen was kicking Edward
to his knees, Anne said, "You're welcome here any time, my friend, but
the next time I see him, I'm going to rip his balls off."
    
    "I may do it first, Anne," Maureen said. She looked at me and said,
"I'm very sorry, Becky."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said.
    
    Maureen wasn't giving Edward a chance to get to his feet, she kept
kicking him and screaming at him to get out of the room. Finally, he
began crawling toward the door, with Maureen walking behind him and
still kicking him.
    
    Anne told me to stay on my bed, then she followed Maureen out of my
room. I heard them talking as they went down the hall to the stairs.
Several minutes went by, then Anne returned. She walked up to my
mattress and held out her hands. "Come to my bed," she said.
    
    Anne held my hand as we walked to her bedroom. I stood at the foot
of the bed while Anne rearranged the pillows and straightened the
covers. Looking at the bed, I remembered Anne saying that she and
Maureen had made love. It hadn't sunk in when she first said it, I had
been too upset; but I found it very surprising. I knew they were
friends, but because of the differences in their ages, along with other
factors, I would never have thought they were lovers.
    
    Anne crawled into bed and lay on her side. "Come to me," she said.
I got onto the bed and moved to turn my back to Anne, thinking she
wanted to make spoons. "No, I want you to face me," she said. I rolled
over and faced Anne, and then she pulled me closer. Our breasts and
thighs were touching, and we were practically nose-to-nose. Tilting her
head back, Anne kissed my forehead. "Are you really Ok, Becky?" she
asked, looking into my eyes. "I want the truth."
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I'm Ok," I said. "I'm still a little rattled,
Mistress, that's a lousy way to wake up. He slapped me once, but he
didn't really hurt me, Mistress."
    
    "And you're sure he didn't penetrate you?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I'm sure... Mistress, what will Maureen do to him?
    
    Anne snorted. "I'm betting she won't do anything, Becky. Maureen
doesn't waste any concern over a slave's welfare, whether it's her own
slave or another's. I'm going to tell Leo what happened, he'll take
care of the problem." I didn't know what "take care of the problem"
meant, and I was afraid to ask.
    
    We looked at one another in silence for a minute. "Mistress, may I
please make love to you?" I asked.
    
    Anne smiled. "Aren't you too tired, Becky, you've had a rough
evening." I assured her that I wasn't too tired. "Very well, but I want
you to think of a better term than 'make love,' she said.
    
    I took a chance. "Is it permitted to ask if I can fuck you,
Mistress?"
    
    "Never use that word in my presence again," she said. Seeing my
reaction, Anne smiled. "Don't worry, Becky, I'm not going to punish you
for that, I'm just telling you to never say it again. It's a perfectly
good word, but when a slave uses it to describe sex with her Mistress,
it implies a lack of respect."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said. "I meant no disrespect, it won't happen
again." I put my arm over Anne's and began lightly caressing her
shoulder. "May I kiss you, Mistress?" I asked.
    
    "Below the neck, Becky. Never put your lips to my face unless I
first tell you to." She rolled over onto her back and said, "Straddle
me and kiss my breasts."
    
    That was how it began. Anne proceeded to give me detailed
instructions, then corrected me until I was performing each of her
instructions to perfection. I don't think there was a square inch of
her flesh, below her neck, that didn't get my attention, and I was
following her directions every inch of the way. It culminated in a
series of three very big orgasms.
    
    I was exhausted. For five minutes I had been cradling Anne in my
arms. Her head was nestled in the crook of my neck, and she was gently
kissing the hollow above my collar bone. She had told me several times
how wonderful she felt. Then she said, "Do you remember all of the
directions I gave you?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I remember," I said. I was having trouble keeping
my eyes open.
    
    "I gave you a template," Anne said. "Now you know how I like to be
touched and stimulated. You will now invent your own variations and
sequences of these basic methods. That way, you can please me without
becoming repetitive and boring. Do you understand?"
    
    "I understand, Mistress," I said.
    
    Anne stretched in my arms. "Good," she said, "let's start again."
    
    "Shall we call it a night?" Anne said, hours later. The clock on
her night table read 3:35 AM.
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said. "I love pleasing you, Mistress, but I'm
exhausted."
    
    "Do you know how many orgasms you gave me tonight, Becky?
    
    "No, Mistress, how many?"
    
    She chuckled softly. "I have no idea, I lost count over an hour
ago.  This is the first of many nights like this, and you'll get better
at it each time, won't you, Becky?"
    
    "I will, Mistress, I promise I will."
    
    Anne was almost asleep. She was lying on her back. I was curled up
next to her, my head on her belly. I could feel her damp pubic hair on
my cheek, and her finger gently pressing on my sphincter. "I know you
will," she said. "Now suckle my nipples until I fall asleep."
    
    "May I sleep here with you tonight, Mistress?" I asked just before
taking Anne's right nipple in my mouth.
    
    "Yes you may, Becky, on the floor," she said.
    
    Sometime in the night, or I should say in the early morning, I woke
up in a panic. I remembered that my whip - the whip I was required to
keep with me wherever I went in Anne's house - was still in the white
room where I had been flogged hours earlier. As quietly as possible, I
threw off the blanket covering me, got to my feet, and tiptoed out the
bedroom door. Once outside the bedroom, I ran down the hall, then down
the stairs to the white room. Grabbing my whip from the hook where I
had last left it, I retraced my path to Anne's bedroom. After quietly
hanging the whip on its hook by the bedroom door, I dropped to my hands
and knees and crawled back to my place at the foor of Anne's bed.
    
    I think that my original intention was to cover up my mistake, but
as I was pulling the blanket over me I knew that would be the worst
thing I could do. First of all, Anne probably already knew that I had
lost track of the whip. If she did know, and I tried to pretend
otherwise, it would go very, very badly for me. But the main thing was
that I didn't want to escape punishment. I had made a mistake, and I
deserved punishment, although I dreaded the thought of another
flogging. It was difficult for me to return to sleep.
    
    "Becky," Anne called. It seemed that I had just fallen asleep.
Supressing a groan, I jumped to my feet and went to the side of the
bed, where I dropped to my knees.
    
    "How may I serve you, Mistress Anne?" I asked.
    
    As I guessed she would, Anne threw back the covers beside her. "On
your back, hands behind your head," she said. When I was positioned as
she required, she sat up beside me and rested her right hand on my left
breast. "Spread your legs wide apart," she said. We then looked at one
another without speaking for a long moment. 
    
    "You impressed me greatly in bed last night, Becky," Anne said,
"and now you're going to get a reward.  Has Leo ever put his whole hand
inside of you?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said. She had asked me that question once before.
    
    "Did you enjoy it?"
    
    I hesitated, not sure what to say. I had enjoyed it in some ways,
and hated it in others. "It hurt a lot, Mistress," I said. "What I
liked was that it made me feel... owned... in a special way, Mistress.
Possessed."
    
    Anne crawled over my outstretched leg and knelt between my knees.
"Did he do your front and back?" she asked.
    
    "No, Mistress, only front."
    
    "Then we'll just do front," she said. She reached out her right
hand and brushed my labia with her fingers. "Eventually you'll have my
hand up your rear also. Because you're right, it makes you feel owned
in a special way." She began pushing two fingers into me. "And you are
owned, aren't you, Becky? Tell me who owns you."
    
    "You own me, Mistress," I whispered. "I'm yours, Mistress, please
use me for your pleasure. Use me any way you choose."
    
    "You can count on it, Becky," Anne said, smiling down at me. She
had all four fingers in me to the hilt, then she withdrew them most of
the way. I glanced down and saw her curl her thumb into her palm, and
then she began to slowly push her hand into my pussy.
    
    I was taking short breaths, trying my best to relax and to absorb
the pain. It wouldn't have hurt so much if she had penetrated me
gradually, but she wasn't interested in gradual. I gasped as I felt the
widest part of her hand at my inner labia, and then the pain eased a
little as she drove her hand forward another inch or so. I was hoping
that she wouldn't want to probe farther, but she did. Finally Anne
smiled, and I felt a strange touch deep inside me. "There's your
cervix, do you feel that?" she asked.
    
    "Yes, Mistress."
    
    "We'll stop there, this time," she said. She held her hand still,
but I felt a constant pressure from her finger. "How's the pain, is it
diminishing?"
    
    "A little, Mistress," I whispered.
    
    "I own you and I control you," Anne said. "As long as you are under
my control, you will never be penetrated in any other way. No penises,
no dildos, nothing. When I decide to let you cum, this is what I will
do to make you cum, and you will never cum unless my hand is inside
you. Do you understand?"

    I felt the beginnings of an orgasm. "Yes, Mistress," I said, barely
able to speak. "Oh, God, Mistress. May I please cum for you now,
Mistress?"
    
    "Not yet, but soon," she said. "When I tell you to, and not before."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I whispered. The orgasm was building, I think it
was already unstoppable. I tried using my muscles, as Leo had told me,
to slow it, and that seemed to help, but I knew it was going to happen
soon, with or without permission.
    
    My eyes were squeezed tightly shut, my body was rigid and trembling
from my attempts to maintain control. "Open your eyes and look at me,"
Anne said. When my eyes met hers, she whispered, "Cum," and I did.
    
    Leo had given me a few orgasms stronger than that one, but only a
few. Anne watched me intently as my orgasm peaked, her hand still
inside me up to her wrist. When I could speak, I whispered, "Thank you,
Mistress Anne."
    
    The corners of Anne's mouth turned up slightly. "You're welcome,
slave," she said. She looked at me silently for a little while, then
she said, "Now you know. When I decide that you've earned an orgasm,
this is how it will be given to you, and this is the only way it will
be given. Knowing that, do you still wish to be my property?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I answered immediately.
    
    Anne smiled, then smoothly pulled her hand out of my pussy. "I'll
wash my own hands this time," she said, climbing over my leg and off of
the bed. "You will bring me breakfast. Half a grapefruit, two slices of
buttered toast, and a pot of coffee." Looking back at me as she walked
toward the bathroom, she said, "Quickly!"
    
    I was still dazed, and in some pain, from the fisting and the
strong orgasm. I rolled off of the bed, only to fall to my knees. Using
my hands on the mattress, I pushed myself to a standing position, then
walked on shaky legs toward the door. On my way out of the bedroom, I
took my whip from its hook.
    
    I had to hold the bannister as I went down the stairs. By the time
I got to the kitchen I was feeling stronger and more steady on my feet.
Resisting the urge to look down at my pussy and see how dilated I was,
I started the coffee maker, then began preparing the grapefruit and
toast. In about ten minutes I had everything assembled, including
cream, sugar, and utensils, then it took me another few minutes to find
the serving tray.
    
    At the bottom of the stairs I cursed myself, wondering why it was
so hard for me to remember something so important, and returned to the
kitchen for my whip. On the second try, I made it back to the bedroom.
    
    Anne was lying on the bed, propped up on pillows. She had put on a
dressing gown that did nothing to hide her fabulous body. "I was
beginning to wonder if my slave had run away," she said.
    
    "Never, Mistress," I said. I dropped down the tray's folding legs,
then carefully set it in place across Anne's lap. After I poured her
coffee, she told me to add two sugars and a little cream. When I
finished stirring the coffee, she pointed to the floor beside the bed,
and I dropped to my knees.
    
    Anne sipped her coffee and took several bites of grapefruit. Then,
looking down at me, she asked, "Did you enjoy your orgasm?"
    
    "Very much, Mistress, thank you."
    
    "How do you feel about the way I gave it to you?"
    
    "You may choose any method you wish to reward your slave,
Mistress," I said, carefully choosing my words.
    
    "Did you like it, or not? Answer the question," Anne said.
    
    "I didn't like it, Mistress, but I'll get used to it," I said.
    
    "I doubt you'll get used to it, but you will learn to like it," she
said.  She looked at me silently for a long moment, then said, "Is
there something you want to say, Becky?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said, my voice weak. "I left my whip in the
white room last night. I remembered it in the night, and I immediately
brought it here to the bedroom. I'm very sorry I made another mistake,
Mistress, I deserve punishment."
    
    A slight smile appeared. "I was beginning to wonder if you would
tell me," she said. "Yes, you do deserve punishment, and you will be
punished. But it will be nothing compared to the punishment you would
have received if you hadn't told me of your error."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I whispered.
    
    "Tell me exactly why you should be punished, and what the
punishment should be," she said, then took a sip of her coffee.
    
    "I should be punished for leaving my whip in the white room,
Mistress," I said. "My punishment should be two stripes... and another
flogging, Mistress." I could barely say the last part, about the
flogging.
    
    "No, Becky," Anne said, "you were practically unconscious when you
were carried from the white room, you couldn't have been expected to
take your whip with you. You will be punished because you forgot about
the whip when you left your room to come here, and because you didn't
remember the whip the whole time you were here, in bed with your
Mistress. Is that clear?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I'm truly sorry, Mistress," I said.
    
    "Your punishment will be four stripes," she said. "There will be no
additional flogging this weekend, because it's Sunday and you must
return to school in a few hours, and because I still remember the
pleasure I received from you in this bed last night. But the next time
I have you under my control, you will be flogged."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress."
        
    After a bite of toast, Anne said, "I don't need you for the moment.
Go eat some oatmeal and clean the kitchen, then hurry back here. I'll
be waiting for you to bathe me."
    
    "Would Mistress like me to start filling the tub?" I asked.
    
    "No. Shoo," Anne said. I hopped to my feet and returned to the
kitchen, remembering to grab my whip on my way out the door.
    
    It took me about fifteen minutes to eat and to clean the kitchen.
In Anne's bathroom, I hung up my whip and knelt beside the tub. Anne
was submerged up to her neck, her head resting on a waterproof foam
pillow, her eyes closed. "May I bathe you now, Anne?" I asked softly.
    
    Anne opened her eyes and looked at me. "Stand," she said. When I
was standing, she said, "Turn slowly, all the way around." When I faced
her again, she said, "We'll mark the undersides of your breasts this
time, but you'll have to wait until after my bath." Sitting up in the
tub, she nodded her head backward. "Get in."
    
    Anne was quiet as I shampooed her hair and washed her backside.
When I began soaping her breasts, she looked at me steadily for several
moments. "Am I displeasing you, Mistress?" I asked.
    
    "No, slave," she said, "you're pleasing me a great deal, I enjoy
the way you bathe me. Your respect for my position over you, and your
respect for my body, is obvious with every touch. I was thinking about
how you pleased me last night, and how much I want to repeat the
experience right now."
    
    "I'm yours to command, Mistress," I said, wanting very much to kiss
the soapy breasts in front of me.
    
    "Sadly, we have other priorities today," she said. "After I whip
you, we're taking a field trip."
    
    "Mistress?" I said.
    
    "You'll understand when you need to understand," Anne said.
    
    Before we got out of the tub, Anne made me eat her until she came.
She sat in the soapy water, leaning back against the pillow, her knees
in the air and her feet on my back. She held my face to her pussy,
under water, with a firm grip on my ponytail. Every minute or so she
would pull my head out of the water and allow me a few gasping breaths.
    
    After Anne's orgasm, she stood up in the tub while I rinsed her
with the handheld spray. I was still trying to catch my breath. I
looked at Anne, she smiled at me, and a wordless agreement passed
between us. What we agreed on was that her pleasure was worth whatever
the cost to me in pain, inconvenience, frustration, or humiliation.
Holding my face underwater until I was nearly panicked from lack of
oxygen had increased her pleasure, therefore it was the right thing for
her to do.
    
    I wrapped Anne's wet hair in a towel, then she sat on the toilet
while I took a quick cold shower. After wiping her, I patted her skin
dry. Back in the bedroom, I dried and styled Anne's hair following her
instructions. I had mostly drip-dried by then, but she let me dry my
hair with her damp towel.
    
    "I suppose we should see to your punishment now," Anne said. "Tell
me what you're being punished for." I told her I had forgotten about my
whip when I went from my room to her bedroom. "Bring me your whip," she
said. After I presented her with the whip, she had me stand. Then she
said, "Take hold of your nipples and lift your breasts." I did as she
commanded. "Higher, stretch your nipples," she said.
    
    Anne kept telling me to pull harder, until my nipples wouldn't
stretch any further. Standing in front of me, she caressed the
underside of my breasts with her fingers. "The flesh is very sensitive
here, this is going to hurt a lot," she said. "Two stripes on each
breast, you'll count each one. Are you ready?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress."
    
    When she finished, tears were running down my face. "Don't lower
your nipples, just let go of them," she said. I did that, and it made
the new stripes on the undersides of my breasts burn even more, I
couldn't hold back a sob. "If I hear another sound like that, you'll
get four more," Anne said.
    
    "Yes, Mistress."
    
    "Now, let's decide how to display you for our trip," Anne said.
    
    "You belong in chains," Anne said later, as she walked around me.
After trying a number of outfits on me, some of the same ones she had
rejected the night before, she said, "I really like how you displayed
last night, in your collar, with the chain hanging between your
breasts. You look good in chains, we'll build on that idea."
    
    Several experiments later, I stood "dressed" in stainless steel. I
wore a collar, even heavier and wider than last night's collar. It was
so wide that it forced me to hold my head slightly raised. The steel
chain hung from a ring at the front of the collar. The chain links were
very large, with twists at each end so the chain would lay flat against
my skin. It dropped between my breasts, but then continued all the way
down to my pussy, where it ran inside me, between my labia, then around
and up between my butt cheeks. At the small of my back, the chain made
a sharp angle to the right, then wrapped all the way around my waist at
its narrowest part, until finally it returned to the small of my back.
As Anne was fitting the chain to me, I had to stand very straight, with
one arm behind my back holding the chain in position, while she cut off
the excess length.
    
    "Every dominatrix needs a set of bolt cutters," Anne said with a
laugh. She had left me standing in front of the mirror in Beth's old
room, holding the chain in place, while she went to get the bolt
cutters. After cutting the chain at the link she had chosen, she
attached the last link to another link at the small of my back, using a
small padlock. "Let me see you walk," she said. "Stand up very
straight, don't let the chain go slack, it must always rest against
your skin."
    
    The collar and chain were very heavy, I could feel the weight
pulling down on my shoulders and collarbones and at my waist. It also
felt amazing as my pussy lips and my butt cheeks slid over the chain
links while I was walking. After I walked back and forth in front of
her a few times, Anne picked a pair of black, patent leather heels for
me, the highest heels I had ever worn at that time.
    
    "Now you just need a few attachments," Anne said, after watching me
walk for another minute. She rummaged around in a dresser drawer and
produced a pair of nipple clips connected by a small chain. After
adjusting it's length, she threaded the small chain through one of the
links of the larger chain, then attached the clips firmly to my
nipples. Finally, she threaded my clit through the chain link it had
been hiding behind, then put on the metal clit collar I had worn to her
house Friday afternoon. The clit collar was too thick to pass through
the hole in the chain link, so it stretched my clit much more than the
collar by itself.
    
    My clit hurt, and my nipples hurt, and it showed on my face as I
stood before the mirror. "I like knowing how uncomfortable that is,
Becky," Anne said. "But if I can still see the pain in your face in a
few minutes, I'll make some adjustments that will make everything much
worse."
    
    "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress," I said.
    
    Anne put a small necklace over her head. It had the keys to my
padlock and clit collar hanging from it. Kissing my cheek, she said,
"You're going to be displayed like this for quite a while, Becky. I
like the look, perhaps I'll even send you back to school like this. You
might as well get used to it."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said.
    
    Anne looked at me, up and down. "There's still something missing,"
she said, then a smile came to her face. She pulled a pair of steel
bracelets from the drawer where she had found the nipple clips.
Actually, they were manacles, and after putting them on my wrists, Anne
locked them together behind my back. "Walk," she said. I walked. A few
moments later, she said, "Smile." I smiled.
    
    After watching me for awhile, Anne sat in a nearby chair and opened
her legs. "You've got me so turned on, I'm going to need another
orgasm," she said. I walked over to her and, with great difficulty and
a lot of pain, got to my knees. "You're becoming an addiction for me,
Becky," she said, as I lowered my mouth to her moist, gleaming pussy.
    
    While I ministered to her with my lips and my tongue, Anne lazily
stroked my hair. "Do you enjoy doing this, Becky, or do you just enjoy
being near me?" she asked.
    
    Lifting my lips from hers long enough to reply, I said, "I enjoy
this, Mistress. But even if I hated it, I would gladly do it, to be
with you, Mistress."
    
    A moment later, Anne said, "But you wish our relationship wasn't
one-sided. You wish I felt about you like you feel about me, and that I
would do for you what you do for me. Isn't that true?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I whispered.
    
    "You realize and accept that it will never happen." It was a
statement and a question in one.
    
    "Yes, Mistress Anne, I realize and accept that it will never
happen."
    
    "And you realize and accept that you will always be subjected to a
certain level of pain. That even when your behavior is flawless, I will
still whip you and flog you for my pleasure."
    
    "Yes, Mistress."
    
    "And you still want to be with me?'
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I want that more than I have ever wanted anything."
    
    She patted me on the head. "You're a brave girl, to throw yourself
into such a difficult life, with so much determination and conviction.
Well, you know what they say: be careful what you wish for, you just
might get it."
    
    "I pray that I will, Mistress."
    
    In spite of the pain I was in, I wanted to take my time, to give
Anne as much pleasure I could. But, after another few minutes, she told
me to hurry up. I immediately began trying to bring her to orgasm, and
within a minute or so I succeeded.
    
    Anne helped me get to my feet, then she put her arms around me. I
wanted to lay my head on her shoulder, but my collar prevented it, so I
touched my cheek to hers. Holding me, she said softly, in my ear, "I've
never had anyone like you, Becky. The first weeks are going to be
difficult for you, because I'm going to be insatiable. You'll be in
pain most of the time, and you'll be doing what you just did many, many
times a day. You need to be very sure that this is the life you want."
    
    I began trembling. Feeling me shake, Anne held me tighter. "Let's
start right now, Mistress," I said. "Don't send me away, don't let me
go back to school. I belong with you, Anne, please make me stay here
with you."
    
    We stood with our bodies pressed together for a long time. Finally,
Anne said, "I'm going to break one of my rules, and tell you something
before you need to know it. That's why we're going out this afternoon,
I'm going to find a way to keep you."
    
    I said, "We're going to see Leo, isn't that right, Mistress?"
    
    "Yes," Anne said.
    
    I stood nearby, watching, as Anne picked out and put on a pair of
white hotpants and a multicolored scarf top. I was wishing I could
dress her, but my hands were still manacled behind my back. After she
picked out a pair of heels, the same height as mine, Anne touched up
her hair and applied some lipstick. She was looking at me in her
dresser mirror as she applied the lipstick, and when she was finished
she used the same lipstick on me.
    
    "From my lips to yours, it's almost like a kiss," Anne said. I had
been standing with my eyes lowered, but when she said that I quickly
looked up at her. Laughing, she said, "That was cruel, I know, but I
couldn't resist."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said, after Anne finished applying my
lipstick.
    
    She remained standing in front of me, very close, looking into my
eyes. After a few moments, she laid her fingers lightly on my breast
and said, "If I succeed in bringing you back here tonight, I'll let you
kiss me on my lips."
    
    It was silly of me to place so much importance in a kiss, but
Anne's promise affected me deeply. I began trembling, and tears welled
up in my eyes. "It's that important to you?" Anne asked.
    
    I was barely able to speak. After a moment, I said, "Yes, Mistress,
it's very important to me."
    
    Anne leaned forward and brushed my lips with hers. "There's a down
payment," she said with a grin. I couldn't help grinning back, which
produced a warning scowl from Anne.
    
    Wrapping the fingers of her left hand around my chain, just below
the collar, Anne led me toward the bedroom door. "My whip, Mistress?" I
asked.
    
    "Is it likely that I'll need your whip, Becky?" she asked.
    
    "Only for your pleasure, Mistress," I said.
    
    Anne laughed. "I think I'll be able to find a whip at Leo's, should
the need arise."
    
    Going down the stairs, I was feeling wobbly on my high heels, so I
was grateful for Anne's firm grip on my chain. She led me to the
kitchen, where I stood and watched while Anne made a salad for herself
and microwaved a bowl of oatmeal for me. I followed her into the dining
room and knelt on the floor beside her chair. While we ate, Anne
alternated between caressing my ass cheeks and taking one or the other
of my hands in hers. When I carefully tried to start a conversation
about what she would say to Leo, she answered, "It's not your concern.
Now be quiet, I'm thinking."
    
    After putting on her coat, then leading me through the house to the
unheated garage, Anne opened the passenger door of her car. She watched
as I painfully sat on the cold seat, and then swung my legs into the
car. She pulled the lever beside my seat, then slowly pushed the seat
back to a nearly horizontal position. After patting me on my right
breast, she closed my door, and a few seconds later she opened the
driver's door.
    
    I was very uncomfortable with my hands restrained under me, I was
in a lot of pain from the nipple clips and clit collar, and I was
freezing cold. Anne got into her car and immediately started the
engine. Patting my left breast, she said, "I'll have some heat for us
in a few minutes."
    
    "Do you want to blindfold me before we start, Mistress?" I asked.
    
    She looked down at me and smiled. "The last time you were sitting
in that seat, I blindfolded you so you couldn't look at my body. Now
that I know the respect you have for my person and my body, I like
having you look at me."
    
    "Thank you, Anne," I said.
    
    Anne pressed the remote unit clipped to her sun visor, and the
garage door opened. she backed out of the garage, and we were on our
way. As she drove, she rested her right hand on my breast, occasionally
caressing me with her fingers.
    
    It was a long drive. Fortunately, Anne's car warmed up quickly, but
that only solved one of my problems. After awhile, I began trying to
shift my body to ease the pain in my clit and my arms, I knew there was
nothing I could do about my nipples. "Stop squirming," Anne said,
slapping my left nipple hard enough to make my eyes water. A few
moments later, she said, "After you greet Leo, we'll take off your
nipple clips and your clitty collar for awhile... You know how to greet
him, don't you?"
    
    I knew how to greet Leo, on my knees with my mouth open. I told
Anne that I remembered how her slaves had greeted Leo the first time we
met. She said that was exactly how she wanted me to do it. "And
remember, you will cease being my slave from the time you see Leo until
he gives you back to me. Don't call me 'Mistress' again until then."
    
    "Yes, Anne," I said.
    
    Anne didn't speak to me again until we got to Leo's. I spent the
time trying to think what, if anything, I could do or say to influence
the outcome of Anne's and Leo's negotiations. I had decided that I
needed to be a part of the discussion, not just the subject of it.
    
    It took about twenty-five minutes to drive from Anne's house to
Leo's. Stopping in front of his garage, Anne got out of her car. She
opened my door and raised my seat, then watched me struggle to get out
of the car. Outside, it was even colder that it had been in Anne's
garage, but she made me turn slowly while she inspected my body
carefully. "Smile," she said, as she grasped my chain and led me to
Leo's side door.
    
    Anne tried the door, and it opened. "Leo!" she called.
    
    "In the rec room," Leo answered. Anne led me through the house to
the rec room, where Leo was watching a basketball game on his
widescreen TV.
    
    "I'm returning your trainee," Anne said.
    
    Leo looked around at us, frowning when he saw me. After muting the
TV sound, he asked, "Wasn't she satisfactory?"
    
    "No, she wasn't satisfactory," Anne said, startling me, "she was
extraordinary... I have to have her, Leo, I want to take her home with
me tonight. I want to keep her." I had assumed Anne would be a little
more subtle than that.
    
    "Well, let's talk about it," Leo said.
    
    Turning to me, Anne said, "Greet Leo and thank him for me, for
letting me use you in his absence."
    
    "Yes, Anne," I said. She released my chain, and I walked quickly to
the front of the couch and knelt in front of Leo. "May I thank you,
Leo, for Anne and for myself? I had a wonderful weekend, Leo."
    
    Unzipping his pants, Leo said, "I was sure you would, Becky. But
judging from your body, I'd say it was difficult for you."
    
    Before bending to my task, I said, "I needed correction and
punishment, Leo. Anne taught me a lot." We didn't speak again until I
finished the blow job, then the debriefing began.
    
    "Did she let you eat her?"
    
    "Yes, Leo," I whispered.
    
    "Louder."
    
    "Yes, Leo, Anne let me give her pleasure many times."
    
    "And were you able to bring her to orgasm?"
    
    "Yes, Leo."
    
    "Many, many times," Anne added.
    
    "And did she let you cum?" Leo continued.
    
    "Yes, Leo, Anne let me cum once."
    
    Leo looked over at Anne, grinning. "She let you cum? That's
extraordinary. And now she wants to take you home and keep you... This
is very serious." He looked back at me. "And what about you? Do you
want to go with Anne? What about school?"
    
    I took a deep breath, then took a big chance. "Leo, I want to drop
out of school and go with Anne... if we can agree on the terms."
    
    "What?" Anne said in a loud, angry voice. "What the fuck are you
talking about, terms?"
    
    Leo grinned at me. "I believe she's talking about a negotiation,
Anne," he said.
    
    Anne still sounded upset. "Did you put her up to this?" she asked
Leo.
    
    Leo laughed. "Were you hoping she would give up her life for you,
without asking anything for herself?"
    
    Anne said, "Everybody in this room knows what she wants, Leo, she
wants me. She knows she's never going to have me the way she wants, but
she has the opportunity to be near me all of the time and to serve me.
I say this without vanity, Leo, what more can she expect?"
    
    Leo motioned me closer, and I walked to him on my knees. He removed
the clips from my nipples, then returned my smile of relief with his
own happy smile. "I've missed that smile," he said. He asked Anne for
the key to my clit collar, then gently removed it. "You look
spectacular in all that metal," he said, "can you stand to wear it a
little longer?"
    
    "As long as you and Anne wish, Leo," I said.
    
    Leo helped me to my feet, then he stood and walked over to Anne. I
turned and looked at her, and she glared at me. I really had pissed her
off. Leo held out his hand, and Anne smiled at him and put her hand in
his. "I know just what you need," Leo said. "We'll negotiate with Becky
afterwards." They turned and walked hand in hand toward the stairs.
"Becky, follow," Leo said.
    
    I followed closely behind Leo and Anne as they went up the stairs
then walked down the hall to Leo's bedroom. They stopped in the middle
of the room, turned to one another, and embraced. After they shared a
long kiss, Leo gently pushed Anne away from him and began undressing
her.
    
    I couldn't believe what I was seeing, it seemed so... ordinary. I
knew they had a relationship, and I thought that it probably had a
sexual component, but I wasn't ready for what I was seeing. They were
lovers.
    
    When Anne was nude, she undressed Leo, then they embraced and
kissed again. After that they walked hand in hand to Leo's bed. Leo
crawled onto the bed and flopped on his back, as I had seen him do many
times, then Anne got on the bed and straddled his hips. Looking at me
for the first time, Leo pointed to the floor beside the bed. I hurried
to the spot he had indicated and knelt on the floor.
    
    I watched Anne and Leo as they made love for over an hour. It was
strange to be right beside them, watching them do with one another what
I wanted so desperately to do with each of them, and with both of them.
I kept hoping I would be invited to joint them on the bed. My emotions
were all mixed up, I cycled through jealousy, rejection, humiliation,
envy, anger, love, lust, longing, and then started over.
    
    Finally, Anne and Leo lay side by side on the bed. I could see that
they were holding hands. For the first time since he had summoned me to
the bedside, Leo looked at me. "Get on the bed with us, Becky," He
said. I jumped to my feet, then put a knee on the bed. With my wrists
still manacled behind my back, I was being careful not to fall over
onto Leo or Anne. When I had both knees on the bed, Leo said, "Clean
us. Anne first, then me."
    
    That's all they wanted from me, to clean up their cum. I crawled
over to Anne, between her spread legs, then bent down to begin cleaning
her pussy.
    
    After finishing my cleanup chores, I was put back on the floor, on
my knees, while Leo and Anne took a shower together. When they came out
of the bathroom together, Leo said, "Are you ready to tell us what you
want, Becky?"
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said.
    
    Leo sat in his favorite chair, then pulled Anne down onto his lap.
I was still having trouble seeing them like that, they were so
different together than they were separately. Anne put an arm around
Leo's neck. He kissed her breast, then they both turned to me. "Ok,
shoot," he said.
    
    While I was alone in the bedroom, I had tried to lay out a logical
presentation, explaining my reasons for everything I wanted. But when I
started talking, it all just poured out. Here's some of our discussion,
as best I can remember it.
    
    "Leo and Anne, I don't want to give up my education, I want to
defer it so I can serve you now as your slave. But I know you won't
want me forever, eventually you'll get tired of me and send me away,
just like Anne sent Beth and Ronnie away.
    
    "My problem is, my parents are paying for my college now. If I drop
out and disappear for two years, or five years, or however long you
keep me, then return and tell them I want to resume school, they
wouldn't give me a cent. So, I want you to set up a trust fund for me,
so that I'll be able to finish school when you send me away."
    
    Anne interrupted. "You can get a job and pay your own way."
    
    I thought for a moment. "Yes, I could do that, Anne, but why
shouldn't I be reimbursed for the time I spend in your service? As jobs
go, Anne, it's a very difficult job. And I'll do it very well, Anne,
you know I will."
    
    Leo asked, "How much money are we talking about, Becky?"
    
    Taking a deep breath, I said, "One hundred thousand dollars a year,
Leo."
    
    "What?" Anne shrieked.
    
    Leo just smiled. "That's a little steep, don't you think?" he asked.
    
    "Leo, is thirty thousand a year a good salary? My impression is
that it's not a great salary, Leo. I'd be yours or Anne's slave
twenty-four hours a day, every day, Leo. A hundred thousand is a good
salary for a high quality, 24/7 slave, Leo. It's not a great salary,
just a good one."
    
    "You'll do it for nothing," Anne said. "She's bluffing, Leo."
    
    "With respect, Anne, I'm not bluffing," I said. "If we can't agree
on terms, I'll leave you and finish school, then I'll try to find
someone else to serve."
    
    "This is ridiculous, don't fall for this," Anne said to Leo.

    "I don't think she's bluffing," Leo said. "Twenty-five."
    
    It took me a moment to understand. "Twenty-five thousand, Leo?"
    
    "Yes, twenty-five thousand dollars a year."
    
    "Please, Leo," I said. "A hundred is fair... I'll take
seventy-five, Leo."
    
    He looked at me for a long moment, then he smiled. "Fifty."
    
    "Please, Leo," I begged.
    
    "Fifty, or no deal," he said. He wasn't smiling any more.
    
    "I accept, Leo," I said.
    
    Anne said, "This is insane, Leo."
    
    "No, I can afford it, and I think she's worth it," Leo answered. "I
believe her when she says she'll do the job very well."
    
    "Damned right she'll do it well, my whip will see to that," Anne
said. "But if we're going to pay her fifty thousand dollars a year to
do what she's already begged to do for nothing, then I demand that she
make a committment not to leave when the going gets rough."
    
    "What do you mean?" Leo asked.
    
    "Well," Anne said, "Becky seems sure that we'll eventually grow
tired of her and send her away. So she shouldn't object to a
stipulation that if she's the one that leaves us, she doesn't get a
penny."
    
    I was going to accept, but I looked at Leo before I spoke. He said,
"Ok, but there'll be a two-year payout."
    
    "What does that mean, Leo?" I asked.
    
    "If you choose to leave after less than two years, you get
nothing," he said. "Stay two years, and you get two year's pay. Leave
after less than four years, you get two year's pay. Stay four years,
you get four year's pay. And so on."
    
    "That seems fair, Leo," I said.
    
    "What else?" Leo asked.
    
    "No more," Anne said, "that's quite enough."
    
    I said, "I want to be Anne's slave, for reasons I've been forbidden
to mention, and also because I need to be treated the way she treats
me. But I also want to spend time as Leo's slave, because I also need
to be treated the way Leo treats me. I want one weekend a month with
Leo... It could be a different weekend each month."
    
    "What does that mean?" Leo asked.
    
    Taking a deep breath, I said, "Leo, if I spent the last weekend of
one month with you, and then spent the first weekend of the next month
with you, then I would be with Anne for seven uninterrupted weeks in
between those two weekends, and then the cycle would start over."
Looking to Anne, I said, "Anne, I'm assuming that seven weeks at a
time, of continuous service to you, would be long enough for you to
train and condition me the way you wish." In other words, Anne would
have seven weeks to torment me sexually and deprive me of
gratification, then Leo would have me for two weekends in a row,
hopefully to fuck my brains out.
    
    "That's pretty clever," Leo said. "I like the idea of having you
for the occasional weekend, I enjoy your service."
    
    Leo and I looked at Anne. She said, "It's acceptable, if I get her
for four months continuously, starting tonight. After the first four
months we'll start sharing her."
    
    Leo looked at me, and I nodded. "Anything else? There'd better not
be much else."
    
    "Just one more thing, Leo," I said. "I don't want any permanent
changes to my body, like tattoos or brands, no piercing that won't
eventually heal up, and no scars."
    
    "Becky, you've been reading too much pornography," Anne said,
sounding exasperated. She was right, ever since Leo started training me
I had spent every spare moment reading pornography. It was research, to
find out what I was and what I was in for.
    
    "I don't brand or tattoo my slaves," Anne continued, "I have
occasionally pierced a slave, but I had no intention of piercing you,
because I want the freedom to whip every square inch of your body
without having to worry about tearing your piercings. I can't guarantee
that I'll never scar you, but I will pledge that I will never scar you
on purpose."
    
    "Leo and Anne, I agree," I said.
    
    "Are we done then?" Anne asked. Leo looked at me. I smiled and
nodded.
    
    "We're done," Leo said. "Becky, I'll call my lawyer and have the
trust drawn up tomorrow. I'll call Anne when the papers are ready,
hopefully not later than Tuesday. Do you want to return to school until
the papers are signed?"
    
    "No, Leo, I trust you, and I want to go home with Anne tonight." I
didn't say the rest of what I was thinking, "before I chicken out."
    
    "Now it's my turn to dictate terms," Anne said. "The day the papers
are signed, the three of us are going to Becky's school, to collect all
of her belongings and for her to officially withdraw from her classes.
I'll decide what, if any, of her belongings she can keep with her,
everything else will go into storage."
    
    "I agree, Anne," I said.
    
    "I'm not finished, Becky. The day after we clean out your dorm
room, you and I are going to see the wigmaker. They will carefully
shave your head, then make a wig from your hair. You will remain bald,
or with very short hair, as long as you serve me. I may let you wear
your wig on special occasions, and you can wear it when you're with
Leo, if he wishes."
    
    Anne had already said that she would have my hair removed, I just
didn't expect she would do it so soon. But I was committed, it was too
late to back out. "I agree, Anne," I said.
    
    Leo looked at his watch. "This calls for a celebration. I'll get us
reservations for a private room."
    
    Anne got out of Leo's lap, and he went to use the phone. She stared
at me with an icy glare for a long time. Finally she said, "You little
bitch, I can't even tell you how sorry you're going to be that you
pulled this stunt."
    
    "I'm truly sorry that you're angry with me, Anne," I said. "Leo
told me that there would be a negotiation when he was ready to accept
me as his slave, Anne. Will you please explain to me what I did that
was offensive, Anne, because I honestly don't know. The last thing I
wanted to do was to offend you or Leo, Anne. If I did offend you, I beg
your forgiveness, Anne."
    
    "She'll get over it," Leo said. He was standing in the bedroom
door. Looking at Anne, he said, "Anne, I'm going to foot the bill for
Becky's trust, that's my birthday present to you. All I ask in return
is that you get over your anger about the negotiation, and not take it
out on Becky. She's telling the truth, I told her that was how it was
done." He looked at me and smiled. "I just didn't realize how well she
would negotiate on her first try."
    
    "It's just wrong, Leo," Anne said. "You don't negotiate with a
slave, you tell them what to do, then you punish them if they disobey."
    
    "Becky wasn't your slave or mine when we were negotiating, Anne.
After dinner tonight I will accept her as my slave, and then I will
give her to you. If she tries to negotiate with you after that, you're
free to punish her any way you choose. But I'm asking you to forgive
and forget what just happened here, because Becky didn't do anything
wrong."
    
    Anne looked at Leo, then at me. She smiled. "Ok, Leo," she said.
    
    "Thank you, Anne," I said. "May I call you Master and Mistress now,
Leo?"
    
    "After dinner," Leo said. "Do you have any clothes with you?"
    
    Leo sent me to Anne's car, to get the clothes I had left there
Friday afternoon. Walking down the stairs, it felt strange to have the
use of my arms and hands after so many hours with my wrists locked
behind my back.
    
    Outside, it was late afternoon and very cold, I was naked except
for my collar and chain and my shoes. I quickly gathered my clothes,
then nearly ran back to the warmth of the house. Back upstairs, I
showed them to Leo. they were a little wrinkled, but they were all I
had.
    
    Leo told me to dress, and it was obvious he had no intention of
removing the chain. I put on my sheer blouse, then my miniskirt. In
front of the mirror, I tucked in my blouse, then arranged it in front
so that there was a wide strip of bare flesh, and chrome chain, from my
neck to my waist. The bare flesh included about a third of each breast.
Anne wanted the nipple clips and clit collar back on me, but Leo said
No, not until my final exam. From a previous conversation with Leo, I
knew that my final exam would be sexual in nature, and I suspected that
it would involve people I had never met before. I didn't want to think
about that, I decided there would never be a better time to "stay in
the moment," and not think about my future, a future that was now out
of my control.
    
    They left my hands free, but left the manacles on my wrists. After
I helped Anne, and then Leo, to get dressed, we all put on our coats
and went outside. "Anne's car only holds two people, Leo," I said. "Am
I going to ride in your lap?"
    
    "It only holds two people, Becky," Anne said, "but it also holds
one slave." She walked to the back of her car and opened the trunk lid.
I walked up beside her and looked inside the trunk. It seemed to be
filled with a large block of packing foam, until Anne grasped the block
and lifted off the top half. Below it was a human-sized compartment.
Human-sized, that is, if the human is curled into a tight ball. "Get
in," Anne said.
    
    I tried to put a leg over the rear lip of the trunk, but I lost my
balance on my high heels, and almost fell on the driveway. Leo lifted
me and put me into the trunk on my side. "Arms behind your back," Anne
said, then refastened my wrist manacles when I obeyed. She then lowered
the top half of the foam over me, and my world became dark and silent.
I barely heard the trunk lid close.
    
    I began feeling claustrophobic. The air was very close and stuffy,
and even though I was in total darkness, I knew I was in a very
confined space. I began doing my breathing exercises, taking long, slow
breaths. The only sensations I had, other than my breathing and my
pounding heart, were faint engine and road noises, and the motion of
Anne's car as she drove in her usual agressive way.
    
    I don't know how long I was in the trunk. I had managed to calm
myself and avoid panicking, but I was very uncomfortable, both
physically and mentally. Then I heard the trunk open, and a moment
later the top of my coffin was removed. Anne released my manacles, then
Leo reached down and lifted me out of the trunk. Disoriented, I looked
around to see where we were. Anne was smiling. "Your days of riding in
the seat of my car are over, Becky," she said, "you'll be transported
as cargo from now on."
    
    "Yes, Anne," I said, doing my best to hide how I felt about that.
    
    Leo took my hand in his. "We'll have dinner, then your life as a
slave will begin," he said. Still a little dazed from my ride, I let
Leo lead me away from the car, and then I realized where we were. Leo
had brought me to the same restaurant at the end of my first weekend
with him. I hadn't recognized it at first, because Anne had parked in a
far corner of the parking lot, so no one would see she and Leo removing
me from the trunk of her car.

    The head waiter recognized both Leo and Anne, greeting them warmly
but formally, using their last names. Ignoring me, he led us down a
hallway off of the restaurant waiting area, and then into a private
room. On one side of the room there was a small dining table with four
chairs. Along one wall was a serving table. The opposite wall, farthest
from the entrance door, featured a couch and three chairs, roughly
arranged in a circle around a small coffee table.
    
    After helping Anne and Leo out of their coats, which he hung in a
small closet, the head waiter looked at me. "Your coat, Miss?" he said.
I looked at Leo, and he nodded, so I unbuttoned my coat and let the
head waiter slide it off of my shoulders. After hanging my coat with
the others, he returned to us. "Are you ready to be served, Sir, or
would you like some time alone first?" he asked. He glanced at me
briefly when asking if we wanted some time alone. He gave no indication
that he even noticed my collar, chain, or bare flesh. I expected that I
would be showing much more flesh as the evening wore on, and I wondered
if he would notice then.
    
    "We'll order now," Leo said. "Is James serving tonight?"
    
    "Yes, Sir, James will be right with you," the man said. He closed
the door as he left, but it was almost immediately opened by a waiter.
"Good evening," he said.
    
    "Good to see you again, James," Leo said. "We'll start with wine,
you know what Anne and I like."
    
    "Yes, Sir," he said, and left. James was even better than the head
waiter at ignoring what I was, he acted like he didn't see me at all.
    
    Leo held Anne's chair at the table as she sat, then he sat across
from her. I wasn't sure what I should do, but then Leo said, "Becky,
sit." There were two empty chairs at the table, one facing the door and
one facing away from the door. I started to sit in the one facing away
from the door, and as I expected Leo said, "Not that one." I walked
around the table and sat down. Not knowing what to do with my free
hands, I let them rest in my lap.
    
    Almost as soon as I was seated, Anne said, "Sit up straight, Becky,
keep your chain taut against you."
    
    "Yes, Anne," I said, sitting up as straight as I could.
    
    Leo reached across the table and took Anne's hand. "Over dinner, I
want to hear all about Becky's weekend," he said.
    
    "Of course," Anne said. Just then James came back with the wine.
Setting the wine and two glasses on the side table, he removed the
extra chair and place setting from our table.
    
    When James returned to our table, he looked at Leo. "Shall I remove
the other place setting, Sir?" he asked.
    
    "No, Becky is eating with us tonight," Leo said. "She'll be having
some wine, also."
    
    "Certainly, sir, I'll get a third glass," James said. After pouring
and serving wine to Leo and Anne, he took the extra place setting and
left, closing the door behind him. Ignoring me, Leo and Anne toasted
one another and sipped their wine, then Anne began telling the story of
my weekend.
    
    I sat quietly and listened to Anne's attempt to humiliate me as
much as possible by the way she told her story. Shortly after she
began, James returned with a glass and served me wine. I looked at Leo,
and he said, "Go easy, but help yourself." As I picked up the glass, I
glanced at James. He was looking at my breasts, a look I had seen a
thousand times. But it was different this time, because I was
different, I was there to be looked at, and to be used in any way that
Leo and Anne decided. I wondered if James would have me before the
evening was over.
    
    Dinner went like wine. I remained silent and tried to keep my back
straight. Anne continued the story of my weekend, leisurely and in
great detail. Leo smiled at most of it, except for the part about
Edward, when he said there would be consequences for what Edward had
tried to do to me. James came in at regular intervals, always leaving
the door open while he was in the room. That would not have been as
much of a problem for me, except that Leo ordered me to strip halfway
through the main course.
    
    When the meal ended, Edward served coffee and cognac, for two. When
Leo asked him for privacy, Edward said, "Certainly Sir, please ring if
you need anything at all." He glanced at me, or more accurately at my
naked breasts, as he closed the door. Leo tossed my nipple clips and
clit collar on the table in front of me, and I picked up the clips and
began attaching them. When I had tightened them to Anne's satisfaction,
I coaxed my clit through one of the chain links, then began the painful
process of attaching the metal collar.
    
    "Shall we move to the couch?" Leo asked. Anne agreed. Leo held her
chair, then they walked hand in hand to the couch with their cognacs.
"Come, Becky," Leo said after they were seated. I stood and walked to
the couch, then knelt before them. They both looked at me for a long
moment, then Leo asked, "Do you want to be our slave, Becky?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, I do," I answered quickly.
    
    "We know you're in love with both of us, or that you think you're
in love with us, it really doesn't matter which," he said. "We don't
love you, and we never will. But we do enjoy using you, and we
appreciate the way you serve us. Do you understand that?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, I understand," I said.
    
    "Suck my cock," Leo said.
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said as I walked to him on my knees.

    Leo was intentionally holding back his orgasm, it took me a long
time to make him cum. While I was sucking and licking him, Anne watched
me intently. As soon as I finished cleaning Leo's cock, after he had
filled my mouth with his cum, he said, "Eat Anne's pussy until she
cums."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said, shuffling to the right on my knees. Anne sat
still, her knees together. "Please, Anne, may I give you an orgasm?" I
asked. Slowly, she opened her legs. I raised the hem of her gown,
tenderly kissed her pussy as soon as it was visible, then buried my
face in her crotch.
    
    While I was busy with Anne, Leo got up and rang the buzzer for
James. Soon I heard the door open behind me. I could tell, from the
burning sensation on my face, that I was blushing. Telling myself that
James was nothing to me, I ignored the distraction and continued
serving my future Mistress. Once, I glanced up at Anne, and she seemed
as uncomfortable as I was.
    
    I could tell when Anne came, because her pussy and my mouth were
both flooded with her secretions. But her body did not betray itself to
the audience. As best I could tell, she made no movement and no sound.
After a last tender kiss, I began to move my face back from her pussy.
Anne whispered, "Don't let him see me." I carefully pulled Anne's gown
back into place while her crotch was still hidden from James' view.
    
    Leo rose from the couch, then helped Anne to her feet. "We'll be in
the bar," he said to James. "Bring her there when you've finished with
her." As they walked past me toward the door, Leo added, "Mouth only,
please James. I'll make it up to you another time."
    
    "You're most generous, Sir," James said.
    
    I knew what was coming, but I refused to acknowledge it. I remained
where I was, on my knees, waiting. Behind me, I heard James help Leo
and Anne on with their coats, then I heard the door close. I was alone
with a total stranger, and I was going to suck his cock.
    
    Long moments after the door closed, James walked into view, in
front of me. "Slave," he said. "My slave, anybody's slave, right?"
    
    "Right," I said softly.
    
    "That's 'Right, Master,' slave," he said.
    
    "You're not my master," I said. "You're some nobody waiter, and I'm
your tip."
    
    James laughed at me. "If I'm nobody, what does that make you?" he
said sneeringly.
    
    "I know what I am," I said. I just wanted to get it over with, so I
looked up into his eyes. "May I please suck your cock, James?" I asked
as nicely as I could.
    
    That's 'Master,'" he said.
    
    "No, it's James," I answered. "Do you want the blow job, or not?"
    
    In spite of his asshole attitude, I made sure James was satisfied.
Fifteen minutes later, he took me to the bar. His hand was around my
upper arm, like I might try to escape if he didn't hold me. He had
watched me intently while I dressed, and he wouldn't let me put on my
coat. After finding Anne and Leo in a dark corner of the bar, he laid
my coat over the back of a chair and thanked Leo.

    "How was it?" Leo asked James.
    
    "Very talented mouth, Sir, when it's not talking," James said.
    
    Leo laughed softly. "My sentiments exactly," he said. James thanked
Leo again and then left.
    
    "Sit," Leo said. I slid into the chair beside Anne, across from
Leo. Anne rested her hand high on my thigh, her fingers brushing my
pussy. "Would you like a drink?" Leo asked.
    
    "May I have a Scotch, Leo?" I asked.
    
    "You've passed your final exam, call me Master," Leo said.
    
    I couldn't help smiling. "May I have a double Scotch, Master?"
    
    Leo signaled to a waitress. "A glass of chablis," he told her. As
soon as she walked away, Leo said, "You're my property now, to do with
as I please. I'm giving you to Anne for four months, during which you
will be trained to serve her as she requires. After that, Anne and I
will share you."
    
    "Yes, Master," I said, relieved to hear that they intended to honor
at least that much of our agreement.
    
    "Your old life has just ended, Becky," Leo said. "You've been
reborn as a different person. Forget everything you were, let us show
you what you must become, and you will minimize your pain. Try to hold
onto the past, and you will suffer greatly."
    
    That seemed pretty obvious to me, nothing I hadn't heard before. I
supposed it was Leo's obligatory new slave pep talk. "Yes, Master," I
said.
    
    Leo and Anne waited patiently while I sipped my wine, but they made
me describe in great detail what had happened between James and me. Leo
smiled when I repeated the dialog that had taken place, but Anne wasn't
amused. "One of the things you've yet to learn," she told me, "is
proper humility. Everyone you meet from now on, except for other
slaves, is above you in status, and you will learn to act accordingly."
With my eyes lowered, I apologized and promised to remember my place in
the future.
    
    I've always felt that my life as a slave actually began the moment
the three of us left that restaurant. I followed a respectful distance
behind Anne and Leo as we walked to her car. There, after opening the
trunk, Anne said, "Strip." It was a very cold night. After handing my
coat, blouse, and skirt to Leo, I stood in the parking lot, covered in
goosebumps, waiting. "Shoes, too," Anne said, and one at a time I
lifted a foot and removed a shoe. Anne lifted her necklace over her
head and unlocked first my clit collar, and then the padlock that had
been gouging me in the back for most of the day. She removed my nipple
clips, then unwound my chain, pulling it unceremoneously from between
my labia, and finally unhooked it from my collar. After handing the
chain to Leo, she removed my collar. "Get in the trunk," she said, "on
your knees." By then I was doing some serious shivering, it was
difficult to get myself over the trunk lip. When finally I was in the
trunk on my knees, Anne pulled my arms behind me and locked my wrist
manacles together. "Down," she said, and I flopped over on my side and
curled my body into the required small volume. Someone put the cover
over me, then the trunk lid closed. Leo hadn't even bothered to say
good-bye. But why should he have? When you loan your property to a
friend or neighbor, you don't tell it good-bye.
    
    It wasn't dangerously cold in that small compartment, but it was
very cold. My body heat, contained by the insulating foam, eventually
warmed the space enough that I stopped shivering, but it took a long
time. Actually, my biggest concern wasn't the cold, it was oxygen.
Somehow, there was always enough air to breathe, but I was afraid of
suffocating in that stuffy, pitch black womb.
    
    After an eternity, the car stopped, and then I heard the muffled
sound as both car doors closed. The trunk didn't open. I assumed we
were back at Leo's, and it was a bad sign for me that I had heard both
car doors, it meant that Anne was going inside with Leo, leaving me in
the trunk. As the minutes wore on, I knew that was what had happened. I
felt lost, alone and unloved. I began crying, telling myself that this
wasn't the life I wanted.
    
    I have no idea how long Anne was in Leo's house, it must have been
at least an hour. I had finally cried myself to sleep in the trunk, and
I didn't even hear the car door close. It was the motion of the car
that woke me, and I was relieved that at least we were moving again.
    
    When the car stopped and the car door closed, I prayed that we were
home. A moment later the trunk opened and Anne removed the cover to my
tomb, or womb, or whatever. "Get out," she said.
    
    With my arms restrained behind my back, I had a hard time getting
to my knees. It was even harder to climb out of the trunk, I was afraid
I would fall on the hard concrete floor of Anne's garage. It would have
been a lot easier if she had held my arm and steadied me, but all she
did was stand and watch. As soon as I was on my feet, Anne replaced the
cover of the slave compartment, slammed the trunk lid, and walked
toward the door into her laundry room. I followed closely behind her.
    
    As soon as we entered the house, Anne stopped and turned to me.
After motioning for me to turn around, she unclipped my manacles. I
then followed her to the living room, where she sat down on the couch.
"Bring me your whip," she said.
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said, and headed for the stairs. I grabbed my
whip from its hook in Anne's bedroom, then hurried back downstairs. On
my knees in front of Anne, I presented the whip in my outstretched
hands. I was expecting to be whipped, probably because she was still
angry that I had dared to negotiate with her and Leo. But she didn't
whip me, she just sat silently, looking at me and twirling the whip in
her fingers like a baton.
    
    "I'm declaring an amnesty," she said finally. "All debts are
cancelled, including the punishment you were owed. We'll start fresh,
Ok?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, thank you," I said. That was a big relief.
    
    "From now on," Anne said, "I'm not going to do anything for myself.
You're going to do everything for me. You're going to prepare my meals,
bathe me, dress me, undress me, attend me on the toilet, everything.
Perhaps I'll even have you feed me, I've never tried that with a slave
before. You're never going to be far from my side. You'll sleep on the
floor at the foot of my bed, in case I want you for anything in the
night." Smiling, she added, "And I can assure you, I'm going to want
you frequently in the night."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said softly.
    
    Anne continued. "I have a maid who comes in on weekdays. She's used
to seeing naked people running around the house, which is a good thing,
because you will be naked nearly all the time. I won't want you away
from my side at first, but after awhile you'll help the maid with her
cleaning duties when I'm not using you."
    
    Anne got up from the couch and walked toward the hall. After a few
steps, she turned back to me. "I just told you that you're not going to
be away from my side," she said. "When I move from place to place in
the house, you will follow, unless I say otherwise."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said, hopping to my feet.
    
    Anne led me to the downstairs bathroom, where I had cleaned her
grout the first night at her house. When I walked into the bathroom,
she was looking down at my litter box. "That has to go," she said,
"it's too much trouble, you will use the commode like everyone else."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said, thinking that I would miss the litter box.
    
    Anne opened a drawer and took out a new toothbrush, still in its
wrapper. "This will be yours," she said. "You can also keep one
upstairs, in my bathroom." She handed it to me with a grin, saying,
"Brush your teeth, I'm not going to kiss someone with cum on their
breath."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said, unable to prevent myself from grinning.
Anne must have expected an emotional response, because she immediately
struck me with the whip, precisely across both nipples.
    
    I brushed my teeth thoroughly, rinsed, then turned to face Anne.
She had been standing close beside me at the wash basin. She put both
of her hands on my waist and pulled me close until our breasts were
touching. I felt a strange combination of sensations, the burning in my
whipped nipples along with the soothing cool of Anne's silk top. She
looked into my eyes and smiled. "Are you ready for your kiss?" she
asked.
    
    I had assumed it would happen in bed, or maybe on the couch, but
apparently it was going to happen in the bathroom. "Yes, Mistress," I
whispered.
    
    Anne continued looking into my eyes for a long moment. Then she
said, "I take great pleasure from denying you pleasure, Becky. When
you're using your talented mouth on me, my pleasure is multiplied
tenfold because I know how much you would like to receive pleasure from
me, and because you know that it will never happen. You are never going
to know the pleasure of mutual sex with a woman.
    
    "Leo has told me, in great detail, the story of your sexual
awakening, and how quickly you learned to love being penetrated fore
and aft. And that's why you will not be penetrated again, by a penis or
anything resembling a penis, as long as you serve me. Your sexual
releases will be few and far between, always quick and brutal, always
with my hand deep inside you, bringing you pain along with your
orgasm." Anne paused at that point in her speech, then she smiled and
added, "Your next release will take place in four months, just before I
send you to Leo for the first time."
    
    Anne stopped speaking and moved her face toward mine. I was sure
she would kiss me then, I began to feel butterflies in the pit of my
stomach. But she paused with her lips inches from mine. "Also," she
whispered, "I'm going to ask Leo to only fuck you in your pretty and
talented mouth during your times with him. What's the point of me
depriving you of pleasure, only to have Leo give you a weekend of hard
fucking? It would only confuse you, I'm afraid." She stopped speaking
again for a moment, then asked, "Becky, do you understand now, how your
life of service to me will be spent?"
    
    I had understood it all before she laid it out so brutally for me,
I just hadn't wanted to examine it. Had I asked myself if I wanted such
a life of deprivation and longing, the answer would certainly have been
No. Being with Anne was what I wanted, and I had avoided thinking about
the consequences. "Yes, Mistress, I understand," I said. Tears welled
up in my eyes, making Anne smile again.
    
    "One last thing, Becky," Anne said. "I think it would be
appropriate if you asked me not to kiss you on your lips. That would
demonstrate to your Mistress that you understood and accepted the
reality of your new life."
    
    I pictured myself falling to the floor and curling into a ball. My
weak and trembling legs wanted me to do just that, but I fought off the
urge. Anne looked at me, waiting. As soon as I felt able to speak, I
took a deep breath. Surprised at the weakness and trembling in my own
voice, I said, "Mistress Anne, please don't kiss my lips."
    
    "And why should I not kiss you, as I promised I would?"
    
    "Because, Mistress, you would be denying me pleasure, and that
would give you pleasure."
    
    "You've convinced me," Anne said. She patted me on the cheek, then
turned and walked out of the bathroom. Tears were running down my face
as I followed her down the hallway and upstairs.
    
    Anne hung my whip on its hook as she entered the bedroom. "Starting
tomorrow morning, the whip is again your responsibility," she said.
Walking to the center of the room, she turned and smiled at me.
"Undress me," she said. As I began, she showed me how she wanted to be
undressed when time was not a factor. Every inch of skin had to be
lovingly and tenderly kissed as it was being unveiled. It took
twenty-five minutes for me to remove her scarf top, hot pants, and
shoes.
    
    In the bathroom, I attended Anne on the toilet, her polite way of
saying that I wiped her, then I brushed her teeth. I followed her back
to the bedroom, where she stood beside the bed while I turned back the
covers. 
    
    In the center of the bed, on her back, her legs spread wide, Anne
said, "Let's see how many times you can make me cum before morning." It
was full daylight outside when she finally pushed me off of the bed
with her foot. I crawled to the foot of the bed, pulled the blanket
over me, and silently cried myself to sleep.