Becky's Story
                              
                        
                                Part 1
                        
                       My First Weekend at Leo's
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    For her thirtieth birthday, Leo gave his ex-wife a sex slave. He gave
her me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "You could hear what we were talking about?"

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

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

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

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

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

    "What happened?" Allie asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Does she live here?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "You squirted," he said with a smile.

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

    "It means you enjoyed it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Lots of times," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Will it hurt, Leo?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "How does that feel?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "When I took off my coat and sweater?"

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

    "What's it called?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Smart girl," he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Yes, Leo," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "And now?" Leo asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Ok, Leo," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "What do you think?" Leo said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Yes, Leo," I said, and walked to my table. I carefully picked up the
flogger and arranged it in my hands, the handle in one upturned palm, and
the leather strips draped across my other upturned palm. As I bent to kiss
the flogger, I wasn't sure where the best place would be, so I kissed it
twice, once on the handle and once on the leather strips. Again I felt a
tingling feeling and a spreading warmth in my pussy from kissing a device
that would soon be causing me pain. As I turned and headed toward the door,
I glanced over at Leo, and he was beaming at me. He seemed very pleased
with the way I performed the ritual.

    I kept my eyes on the flogger in my hands as I walked. But I could also
see, as well as feel, the Clover Clamps on my nipples swinging back and
forth. And I could hear, as well as feel, the ones on my pussy swinging and
clanging. I was also aware that Leo was following behind me.

    By the time I got down to the living room, I was very wet. I felt no
fear at all, but I felt a lot of anticipation about the unknown pleasures
and pains Leo had in store for me. I was sure he would give me a lot of
both. After I had kissed the flogger, twice like before, and placed it on
the coffee table, I stood waiting for Leo to tell me what to do next. I was
trembling all over from lust and anticipation. Leo walked up beside me and
put the two dildos on the table next to the flogger. Then he turned to me,
kissed me on the cheek, and said, "Becky, please fetch your whip from the
rec room, and put it on the coffee table next to the flogger, in case you
need correction or motivation."

    "Yes, Leo," I whispered, then I began walking on unsteady legs toward
the rec room. When I returned to the living room, the first thing I noticed
was that Leo had turned on the fire in the fireplace. The clamps on my
pussy were causing me quite a bit of pain, and the ones on my nipples were
starting to hurt, too, but I knew better than to mention it to Leo again.

    After I kissed the whip and gently laid it on the table, I stood and
waited. A few seconds later, Leo said, "Becky, please stand in front of the
fireplace, with your back to the fire." I did as he said. The heat
radiating from the fireplace felt really good on my backside. Leo said,
"Becky, please open your finger on each hand, then place your fingertips on
top of your head, then don't move without permission." I immediately did as
he said, very conscious of the clamps on my breasts. Raising my arms caused
the clamps to sway back and forth for several seconds. Once I was in the
position he had ordered, I lowered my eyes and tried to remain as still as
I could.

    Leo stood and looked at me for a long moment. "You are so beautiful,"
he said softly. I smiled, but I couldn't look at him, I kept my eyes
lowered. I was trembling. After another moment, he picked up the flogger,
and I felt my heart pounding. He walked in front of me and caressed my
breasts with his fingers, I couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure. "I'm
going to flog you all over, Becky, shoulders to knees, front and back," he
said. "If you move without permission, I'll whip you thoroughly on the area
we were flogging at the time, and then we'll start again from the
beginning. Are you ready?"

    "Yes, Leo, I'm yours," I whispered. He began my first flogging.

    Leo swung the flogger back and forth, it reminded me of a horse
switching it's tail, or maybe windshield wipers. He didn't hit me hard, but
it stung like the dickens everywhere the flogger touched me. He started on
my chest. At first he just seemed to be striking the same area over and
over, but then I could tell that he was slowly working his way down onto my
breasts. By the time I felt the first sting around my nipples, I already
had tears in my eyes.

    When Leo had worked his way down far enough that he was striking the
Clover Clamps on my nipples, the pain caused  by the jerking of the clamps
far exceeded the pain from the flogger. I couldn't hold back a sob, and
then I really began crying. Leo stopped for a moment, and I thought he was
going to give me a rest. But he said slowly, "Becky, take your hands off of
your head, take your nipple clamps between your thumb and finger of each
hand, and lift them up, so I can flog the undersides of your breasts."

    I did as he said, and the pain in my nipples was terrible as the clamps
pulled and twisted my nipples upward. I begged. "Oh, God, Leo, I can't
stand the pain in my nipples, please remove the clamps for just a minute."

    Leo said, "Becky, it's Ok to cry and to sob, it's even Ok to scream if
you must, but don't speak again until your flogging is finished... Now,
keep holding the clamps, and raise your elbows up as high as you can." I
did scream when I obeyed that command, it felt like I was ripping my
nipples off of my breasts. Leo resumed my flogging, spending a lot of time
on the now-available lower part of my breasts. Finally, after he had worked
his way down onto my lower stomach and belly, he said, "Becky, let go of
the clamps now, and return your fingers to the top of your head." I
screamed again, even louder than the first time, when I let go of the
clamps.

    Soon the focus of my pain shifted to the clamps on my pussy. They had
hurt worse than the nipple clamps to begin with, and each time the flogger
hit them, arrows of pain radiated out from my pussy. I was panting and
gasping and sobbing and screaming, but I didn't say a word. After what
seemed like forever, the flogger was below the pussy clamps, and I knew
that my flogging was nearly half finished. It had been awful because of the
clamps, I was hoping the back half would be a lot easier.

    Leo finally stopped and looked at me silently for a long time, until I
began to stop sobbing and sniffling. "You did very well, Becky, I'm proud
of you," he said. "Take your hands off of your head, go to the kitchen and
drink a glass of water, then come right back here and we'll resume." I was
still forbidden to speak, I turned and headed for the kitchen, trying to
ignore the agony in my breasts and pussy and the burning sensation over
every square inch of the front of my body.

    Leo followed me into the kitchen and watched silently as I drew a glass
of water and drank it. He stood aside as I headed back to the living room,
and then fell into step behind me.

    "Face the fireplace, then reach out your hands and rest your fingertips
on the mantle," Leo ordered as soon as we returned to the living room. As
soon as I was in position, he said, "Up on your tiptoes, lift your heels as
far off of the ground as you can and stay like that until the flogging is
finished. If your heels touch the carpet, we'll have to start over." I
raised up as high as I could on my toes. I immediately knew it was going to
be difficult to stay like that, especially with the distraction of the
flogging and the considerable pain. I resolved to concentrate, and make my
posture the most important thing in my life, more important than the pain
and the burning.

    Leo parted my hair in the back with his fingers, then pushed it over my
shoulders until it hung down on either side of my face. Although Leo and
Anne keep my hair very short now, for ease of maintenance, it was
mid-shoulder length when I first met Leo. After moving my hair out of his
way, Leo resumed the flogging on my shoulder blades.

    In spite of my continuous crying and sobbing, I was trying not think of
anything but staying on my tiptoes, but I was distracted when I became
aware of the heat radiating from the fireplace. It was adding to the mild
stinging and burning I felt all down my front, and I was beginning to feel
like I had a bad sunburn. As I was trying to deal with the increased
discomfort, I suddenly became aware that I was relaxing too much, my heels
were almost on the floor. I immediately sprung back up on my toes, causing
Leo to chuckle. "You caught it just in time," he said.

    The flogger was just moving onto my ass. Although I was in deep misery,
I was happy knowing I was going to make it to the end without punishment.
One little part of my brain thought I should hate Leo for what he was
putting me through, especially after I had asked for an evening of comfort
and affection. But I knew he was right, he was giving me what I needed, and
I was grateful that I had found him, or rather that he had found me.

    Leo had been flogging just above my knees for a few moments, then he
stopped. "We're finished. Hold your position," he said, then I heard him
walk out of the room. I took a deep breath, and silently congratulated
myself on another challenge met, certain that the challenges would keep
coming as long as I stayed with Leo. Soon Leo was back. "You can relax now,
put your arms down," he said. As soon as I did, he turned me to face him.
"Once again you've made me very proud, how do you feel?" he said, as he
pushed my hair over my shoulders and onto my back.

    With my eyes lowered, I softly said, "Leo, may I please ask a favor?"

    "Of course, unless it has to do with removing your Clover Clamps," he
said. When I remained silent he knew that's exactly what it was about. "I
asked you how you feel," he said, "it's a punishable offense to ignore my
question."

    I kept my eyes lowered. "Leo, my skin burns all over, and I'm very
tired. I'd be happy if that's all I felt, Leo, but my nipples and my pussy
are in agony. They hurt so badly that it's hard to think of anything else,
Leo, I'm afraid that I'll be so distracted that I'll disobey you. I don't
want to disobey you, Leo."

    Leo put his hand under my chin and applied pressure until I looked up
and met his gaze. "We're instituting a new rule," he said. "Whenever you
speak to me, if I'm within your field of view, you will look into my eyes
the whole time you're speaking, is that clear?"

    "Yes, Leo, it's clear," I said, my eyes locked on his.

    He said, "I can see the pain in your eyes now, Becky, and I know you're
at your limit. We'll remove the clamps for 15 minutes, and then we'll put
the clamps back on your nipples. You won't have to wear the clamps on your
pussy any more tonight. Will that help?"

    "Yes, Leo, thank you. That will help a lot, Leo." He knelt and removed
the clamps from my pussy, reminding me that the pain might actually
increase at first. Then he removed the clamps from my nipples, and smiled
at the relief he saw on my face.

    Leo took me to the kitchen for another glass of water, then we returned
to the living room. He sat on the couch and patted the space beside him.
"Sit with me and rest," he said.

    "I'd rather sit in your lap, Leo," I said.

    He was silent for a moment, then he looked up at me and said, "I love
watching your struggle. You know you have no control over what I do to you,
but you try to nibble away at the edges. 'I'd rather sit in your lap, Leo,'
or 'May I put my clothes back in the safe, Leo.' Normally I would warn you
about it, then start punishing you every time you did it. But it's so much
fun watching you try to exert some minimal control over me, that I'm going
to let you keep doing it until you figure it out for yourself. Your life is
about submission now, Becky, your happiness lies in wanting nothing for
yourself other than what I want for you."

    His words hit me hard. I hadn't realized what I was doing, but he was
right. I didn't know what to say, so I stood still with my eyes lowered.
Finally Leo patted the couch again and said, "Lie down on your back, with
your head in my lap."

    I raised my eyes and locked onto his. "Yes, Leo," I said, then I did as
I was told. As soon as my head was in his lap, he put his hand on my
breasts and began softly caressing me. After a moment, he asked if his
touch was painful. "Yes, Leo, but in a good way," I said, looking up at
him. "I hope you want to continue doing it, Leo."

    He chuckled. "That's an improvement, Becky," he said.

    I floated. My eyes were closed, and there was nothing but Leo's
soothing touch on my tortured skin. "You've rested long enough, Becky,
stand up please." he said after a time. I got to my feet quickly, then
waited for the return of the dreaded Clover Clamps. I didn't have long to
wait, the first thing Leo did when he got off the couch was to reattach
them to my nipples. Then he put the larger of the two dildos in my pussy,
and the smaller one in my ass, and turned them both on at the low setting.
"Please return your whip to the rec room, Becky," he said. He watched me as
I placed the whip in my hands and kissed it, then he followed me to the rec
room. "Put it on the couch," he said, then watched as I kissed it a second
time before setting it gently on the couch next to the single-tail.

    Moving behind me, Leo gently pulled my wrists back and handcuffed me.
Then he left me standing while he went out into the hallway. He returned a
minute later with a large rectangular structure made from steel pipe and
elbow connectors. It was a head taller than Leo, which probably made it
about seven feet long, and it was about three feet wide. Leo put it on the
floor in front of the couch at one end, then slid all but about three feet
of it under the couch. He left again, then returned with a glass and a
bottle of wine, which he set on a table at the same end of the couch.

    "Step into the rectangle, Becky, then kneel," Leo said, pointing to the
visible part of the pipe structure. When I was kneeling, Leo raised the
short segment of pipe behind me off of the floor and rested it on the soles
of my feet. "This will support your weight and keep you from falling over,"
he said, "keep your feet under it." I didn't yet know what he was doing,
but I figured it out when he sat on the couch directly in front of me and
took his cock out of his pants. "Keep your back straight, Becky," he said.
"Bend only at your hips, then take my cock in your mouth. Keep me hard, but
don't let me cum." As soon as I had assumed the position he wanted, I could
feel the muscles straining in my belly, my back, my thighs, and my calves.
And that was on top of the pain in my nipples and the insistent buzzing in
my pussy and my ass. It was hopeless, this was one test I knew I would
fail.

    Again it was like he read my mind. "There are many ways for you to earn
a punishment now, Becky. Take your mouth off of my cock or let me go soft,
rest any of your weight on me, or lose either of the dildos, and you'll be
punished."

    Leo turned on the entertainment system behind me and began channel
surfing. Soon he settled on a movie, one that I liked but knew I wouldn't
be watching that night. Then I heard him pouring a glass of wine, followed
by a sigh of satisfaction after he took a big sip.

    I knew that I was in a ridiculous, contrived situation, but it had a
strong appeal to me. The best I could achieve was to keep myself in pain
and misery, while Leo was enjoying his movie, his wine, and my mouth. And
on top of that, it was a certainty that my strength would eventually fail
and I would receive a painful punishment. It was an inspired torment, I
loved Leo for putting me in that situation.

    I wondered what I should do, fail early and get it over with, or try as
hard as I could to obey. I decided to obey to the best of my ability,
because I really did want to obey Leo in all things. Anyway, I thought, if
I failed too soon he'd probably punish me and then make me do it again.
Lasting as long as possible, and hoping for mercy, was the best course of
action.

    I had no way to tell the passage of time, so I don't know when I began
trembling from the strain. I was sweating, too, and occasional beads of
sweat were dripping from my nose onto Leo's crotch. Good, I thought, serves
him right. Just when I felt at the limit of my strength, Leo said, "Break
time, straighten up for a few minutes." With great relief I took my mouth
off of Leo's cock and straightened my hips, bringing my torso to the
vertical. "Rest your ass on your heels, try to relax your muscles. You're
doing really well," Leo said.

    Looking up at Leo, I asked, "How long did I last, Leo?"

    "Twenty-one minutes," he said. "About two more sessions like that one
will get us to the end of the movie, you should be able to do that."

    "Honestly, I don't think that's possible, Leo, but I'll try my best to
obey."

    "I know you will. You're doing fine, Becky, just relax for a few
minutes," Leo said. He offered me a swallow of wine, which I eagerly
accepted.

    All too soon, Leo said, "Back to work." With a groan, I came up off of
my heels until my thighs were vertical, then I bent at the waist and
brought my lips down toward Leo's cock. He had gone soft, so I had to bend
farther than before, so I could reach him and start stimulating him back to
his full upright position. In no time at all I had him back, which allowed
me to raise my head a few inches. I was thinking that there should be a
prize for passing this test.

    I was about five minutes into my second session, and not feeling too
bad about it. My nipples were the worst problem, they hurt relentlessly. I
had found that I could control the pain from my tired muscles, to some
degree, by flexing and relaxing. The dildos didn't seem to be a factor,
they weren't stimulating me enough to make me cum, and I was having no
trouble holding on to them. I guess Leo realized that I was mastering the
task, because he turned off the TV, and then said, "The movie is boring,
Becky, I'm going to take some single-tail practice on you. Don't be
surprised when you feel its bite."

    I expressed my displeasure with a groan. He was changing the rules,
that wasn't fair. I hoped that Leo would do his practicing above my waist,
but then I realized that my handcuffed arms covered up a lot of my back, he
was sure to target my ass and thighs. Sure enough, I soon felt a sharp
sting on the back of my left thigh. It made me jump, and soon I jumped
again from the right thigh. Leave my thighs alone, I thought, they're
working very hard right now, holding up my body.

    A long time passed, then I felt a sting on my left cheek, and
immediately a harder sting on my right cheek. Soon afterward, I felt an
orgasm starting. I groaned again. I wasn't sure if I could hold onto the
dildos through an orgasm, and I hoped it would be a little one. I tried
concentrating on making it go away, but it just kept coming, and then Leo
laid the single-tail down the crack of my ass, right next to the dildos.
The tip wrapped around and kissed the top of my pussy very lightly,
touching the end of my clit, and I exploded.

    Unfortunately, it was a great orgasm. I totally lost my concentration
and let go of both dildos. I also lost control of my overworked muscles and
let myself fall onto Leo, pushing my face into his crotch and forcing his
cock painfully against the back of my throat. But the worst part was that
Leo's balls got squeezed between my chin and the couch, causing him to howl
in pain.

    I immediately forced my muscles to raise me up again, but the damage
was done, I had failed. I rose all the way up to vertical, then sank down
onto my heels. I looked at Leo and said, "I'm sorry, Leo."

    "You should be," Leo said, looking down and gently feeling for his
balls. Once he satisfied himself that they were still there, he looked up
at me, and then he laughed. "You failed in style," he said.

    "I came Leo," I said. "I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop it Leo,
and then it was such a big one. Please make my punishment a severe one,
Leo... I'm just so sorry, Leo."

    He was smiling at me. Whatever punishment he chose, I was relieved that
he wasn't angry. "Are you in a lot of pain from the Clover Clamps?" he
asked.

    "Yes, Leo," I said.

    "Then that's your punishment, Becky. You're going to have another dildo
practice session, and the clamps stay on your nipples until practice is
over."

    It could have been worse. "Thank you, Leo," I said.

    "Do you want to start practice right now, or would you like to rest
awhile first?" he asked.

    I wanted the clamps off as soon as possible, but I was very tired. "May
I rest just a few minutes, Leo? I think it would help if I could stand and
walk around while I'm resting, Leo."

    Leo got off the couch and helped me to my feet, then gave me a very
nice kiss. "Practice starts in five minutes, walk anywhere you like," he
said. I started walking, and Leo walked right beside me. When I glanced
over at him, he said, "You have no right of privacy from me, Becky, but
I'll leave you alone if that's what you want."

    I said, "No, Leo, I like being with you, and I don't want any privacy
from you. I was just surprised that you wanted to walk with me, Leo."

    "Becky, I can see the pain in your eyes," he said. "If you request it,
I'll remove the clamps for a few minutes, until we start practice."

    "It's part of my punishment, Leo, and I deserve to be punished for my
failure, and for hurting you," I said.

    Leo kissed me on the cheek, then we walked in silence for a minute or
two. Finally, he said, "Becky, you do you understand that things won't be
as ... informal between us when your training starts, don't you?"

    "Yes, Leo," I said. "Will that be a permanent change, Leo, or only for
the duration of my training?"

    After a pause, he said, "It'll be much more formal during your training
than after, but it will never again be like it's been this weekend. I'll be
training you to be a slave, Becky, not a fuck buddy or a friend."

    "Are you my friend right now, Leo?" I asked.

    "Yes, Becky I am your friend," he said, and then he kissed me again.

    "I'll never forget this weekend, Leo," I said. "Thank you for making
sure I understand the situation, Leo."

    "It's time for your practice, Becky."

    Leo and I walked back to the rec room. "Please bring me the
single-tail, Becky," he said. I was so distracted by the pain in my nipples
that I didn't feel any arousal from performing the ritual. Having draped
the single-tail whip across my palms, I kissed it, walked a few steps to
stand in front of Leo, then knelt, kissed the whip again, and raised my
arms to present it to him. As I raised my arms, there was a sharp increase
in my nipple pain, and I couldn't keep from wincing and gasping. Leo
grabbed the whip from my hands, and I assumed he was annoyed that I wasn't
keeping my pain to myself. But Leo put his hand out to me. "Let's get this
over with, Becky," he said, "those clamps have got to come off." Leo
grabbed up the still-buzzing dildos from the floor, and we started for the
laundry room.

    As we walked, Leo snapped the single-tail in front of us. "I can give
you plenty of incentive with this, but without leaving stripes on your ass.
You've only felt mild stings from this so far, but if you don't move fast
enough you'll get far worse."

    "Yes, Leo," I said, "I'll try my best to move fast."

    We stopped in front of the outside door, and Leo put on his coat. Then
as he was inserting the dildos into my ass and pussy, he said, "I'm going
to walk behind you, at the speed I want you to walk, snapping the whip at
your ass. If you move fast enough to stay ahead of me, you won't feel the
whip, but if you walk too slow you'll feel it continuously." I told him I
understood, then he opened the door and I walked through, gasping as the
cold outside air assaulted my naked skin.

    I stopped outside the door, waiting for Leo's direction, but that was
the wrong thing to do. I felt a very sharp pain my left cheek. It took me
by surprise, causing me to jump, and that caused a momentary sharp increase
in the pain I felt in my nipples. "You know the way, get a move on," Leo
said.

    As I started walking along the gravel path, I was reminded how much my
feet hurt when I had done this the previous night. After a few steps, Leo
started snapping the whip against my ass cheeks and on the backs of my
thighs. "Faster," he said. Ok, I thought, if I can ignore the agony in my
nipples, I can ignore the lesser pain on the bottoms of my feet. I
straightened my posture, took a deep breath, and began walking as if there
were no pain. After a few steps I wasn't feeling the whip any more,
although I heard it snapping behind me.

    The stated purpose of the practice was so I could learn to hold the
dildos in my ass and my pussy while I walked. That was pointless, because I
could already do that with ease, I had only lost control of them earlier
due to a huge orgasm. In my mind, the purpose of the exercise was to show
Leo that I would do anything he wanted me to do, no matter how difficult.

    By the time I was halfway around the house, I was starting to shiver
badly. I was still ignoring the pain in my feet, and the pain in my nipples
had been maxed out for a long time, it wasn't going to get any worse.
Unless the cold began slowing me down, I was home free. And I was right, I
soon turned the final corner of the garage, and was on the paved concrete
in front of the garage doors. There was just the pavement, a three foot
section of gravel, and then the back door. I made it.

    I stood at the door grinning at Leo. He immediately took the clamps off
of my nipples, then he said, "One more lap and you'll be done with
practice." I looked at Leo in silence, thinking of all the things I would
have said a few days ago. He said, "We add a lap each time practice has to
be repeated."

    I was still determined to perform any task Leo set for me. "Yes, Leo,"
I said, then set out down the gravel path, with Leo right behind me,
snapping his whip. Within a few seconds after Leo removed the clamps, the
pain in my nipples started increasing. I had expected that, and it didn't
really make much difference to me, at that point it did little to increase
my overall misery. Besides, I knew it would soon peak and then begin to
fade.

    About two thirds of the way around the house, I felt Leo's whip on my
thigh again. I tried to speed up in response, but the cold was really
beginning to affect me. After a few more stings from the whip, I realized
that I wasn't going to go any faster. Through chattering teeth, I said,
"You'll just have to whip me Leo, this is all I can do."

    The stings from Leo's whip continued, but he backed off on the
intensity. "You're doing fine, Becky," he said. "I couldn't be more proud
of you." But the frequent stings from his whip continued until we finally
reached the side door of the house.

    "Excellent job," Leo said as I rushed past him through the open door.
The warmth of the laundry room felt wonderful, I stood and enjoyed it while
Leo removed my dildos. Then he led me quickly to the downstairs bathroom
and put me on the toilet. I didn't need to use it, so I just sat and
shivered while Leo turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature.
After putting me under the warm shower, Leo quickly stripped and joined me.
He held the key to the handcuffs in front of my face, then he unlocked the
cuffs and tossed them on the floor outside the shower.

    Leo took me in his arms and held me. The warm shower was doing wonders,
and within a few minutes I was beginning to feel normal again. Leo wasn't
feeling too bad either, I felt his erection pushing against my belly. "Leo,
may I please put your cock into my pussy?" I asked.

    "You may," he said. "In fact, it's an order, you must." I obeyed with a
smile. Leo pushed me against the wall of the shower, but kept me in the
water stream, and then began fucking me slowly. God, it felt good, I would
have done a third lap around the house to earn a fuck from him. With my
head resting on Leo's chest, I tuned out everything but his cock, and
surrendered to the overpowering sensations in my pussy.

    We fucked face-to-face for a long time. It took me a while to cum for
the first time, but then I had a couple of more orgasms only minutes apart.
Leo hadn't cum at all, but suddenly he pulled out of me. Turning me around,
he carefully positioned his cock at my anus and slowly pushed the head into
me. "Ok?" he asked, and then he slammed all the way into me as soon as I
said it was Ok.

    With his cock out of my pussy, my brain began to function again. I was
still having a good time, but being fucked in the ass just isn't as intense
as the pussy. "Leo?" I said, expecting to be commanded to shut up. When he
asked me what I wanted, I took a deep breath and asked, "If I had dropped a
dildo on my second lap, would you have made me take a third lap?"

    In reply, Leo slammed me against the wall of the shower so hard that it
forced me to exhale sharply. "What do you think?" he asked me, then
answered himself. "You would have made as many laps as it took to get it
right, Becky. I told you that your training would be difficult, because you
have more potential than any submissive I've ever known. Under my control,
you're going to achieve your potential."

    That should have scared the crap out of me, but instead it made me feel
happy and proud. "Thank you, Leo," I said, "I'll always do my best to
please you and obey you, and I look forward to being trained by you."

    "If you always obey me, you'll always please me, Becky," Leo said as he
pulled his cock out of my ass. "Now turn around and get on your knees." I
knelt in front of Leo and looked up at him. "I'm going to piss on you now,
Becky, open your mouth," he said.

    I hated the idea of that. He had said before that he was going to do
it, and back then would have been the time to object, not that it would
have made any difference to Leo. It was a little late to object, when he
was standing over me and ready to do it, and it still wouldn't have made
any difference. So I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, tilted my head
back as far as I could, and opened my mouth wide. Nothing happened, and
after a while I opened my eyes and looked at Leo. "I have to lose my
erection first, be patient," he said.

    "Let me help you with that, Leo," I said. He grinned down at me, took a
step closer, and put the tip of his stiff cock on my lower lip. Smiling, I
took it into my mouth and again "tried to fool him," in his words, into
thinking that I knew how to give a blow-job.

    Leo gave me some pointers, and then he gave me some explicit
directions. I did everything he said, and after a few moments I actually
extracted a moan from him. I got him to moan a few more times, and then a
little later he unleashed hot spurts of cum into my mouth. I was getting
used to the taste of his cum.

    After I had cleaned Leo's cock, he told me to get to my feet. "Aren't
you going to piss in my mouth, Leo?" I asked.

    "The moment's passed," he said. "Don't worry, it'll happen soon." He
turned the water off, then took my arm and pulled me out of the shower.
Before he could tell me, I took a towel off of the rack and began drying
him. He gave me a tender kiss on my lips and told me I was a good girl.
When I had dried Leo's body to his satisfaction, he told me to towel my
hair to get rid of most of the water, then to go upstairs and use the hair
dryer. I started toweling my breasts and stomach, and he immediately
grabbed my hand. "I didn't tell you to dry your body," he said gruffly, "I
told you to dry your hair. Do as you're told."

    "Yes, Leo, I'm sorry," I said. As I began running the damp towel over
my hair. Leo took each of my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of
his hands, then began rolling and squeezing them. My nipples were still
tender from the clamps, so what he was doing was somewhat painful, but it
also felt good all the way down to my pussy.

    "Get upstairs and finish drying your hair," he said. I put the wet
towel in the clothes hamper, then walked toward the bathroom door. "Run,
you've got five minutes," he said, and I ran for the stairs.

    When Leo came into the upstairs bathroom, I was sitting on the toilet,
peeing while I brushed and blow-died my hair. "Nice to see you can
multi-task," he said. He knelt in front of me, and rested his palms on my
thighs while he watched. After a few minutes, he reached up and felt my
hair. "That's dry enough, come to bed," he said, then he got up from the
floor and walked out of the bathroom.

    I rushed to finish on the toilet, then wiped myself and washed my
hands. My hair looked a mess in the mirror, so I started opening drawers,
and soon found a rubber band, which I used to tie a ponytail.

    Leo was already in bed when I came into the bedroom. "It's about time,"
he said, then patted the bed beside him. I climbed into bed and slid close
to him. "How do you feel, Becky," he asked, "are you too tired for more
fucking?"

    I was exhausted from the physical exertions he had put me through. I
hurt all over from the flogging, whipping, and nipple clips, and my ass and
pussy were tender from the plowing they had received all weekend. "I'm
tired, Leo," I answered, "but not too tired for more sex." Leo put his arm
around my waist and then rolled over onto his back, taking me with him. I
assumed that he wanted me to ride him, so I started to get to my knees.
Instead, he told me stay still. He then reached down and guided his cock
into my already-wet pussy and began to fuck me, slowly and deeply. "Oh,
Leo, that feels so good, you always know just what I need," I said.

    "Don't talk, just fuck. Relax and enjoy it," Leo said. I couldn't help
giggling, and he kissed the top of my head. I raised my head up and looked
at Leo's face, and I was about to tell him I loved him, but he spoke first.
"From the moment you realized what you are and what you need, Becky, your
behavior has been ... what can I say, it's been perfect. I just want you to
know that your training won't always be filled with humiliation and pain.
There'll be moments of tenderness and affection, like now, but they'll have
to be earned."

    "Yes, Leo, I understand," I said. He'd never love me, but if I was a
good slave he'd occasionally act like he did.

    We fucked for at least an hour, until I couldn't stay awake any longer.
Leo was so amazingly tender and considerate, I couldn't help crying a
couple of times. Rather than ignore my crying, or tell me to knock it off,
he kissed the tears from my cheeks and told me everything would be Ok. He
also told me over and over what an attractive woman I was, and that felt
good, because I believed that he really meant it.

    I woke up the next morning when Leo pulled the covers off of me. After
taking me to the bathroom, his hand firmly gripping my upper arm, he left
me standing while he found a shower cap in one of the dresser drawers. He
put the cap on my head and tucked in my ponytail, then he put me in the
shower on my knees. "Head back, eyes closed, mouth open," he said. When I
had done as he told me, he began pissing on me, starting on my belly and
then slowly working his way up my stomach, onto my breasts, and finally on
my neck and face. It was a strange feeling, the first time I had ever been
pissed on. The liquid felt very warm, almost hot on my skin. The smell was
very unpleasant, and the taste, once I had a mouthful, was awful. I didn't
know if I was expected to swallow or not, Leo hadn't told me. I took one
large swallow when my mouth first filled up, then closed my throat and just
let the piss overflow and run back out of my mouth.

    When Leo finally stopped pissing, he stood looking down at me. Once I
realized it was over, I opened my eyes and met his gaze. "Do you have to
pee?" he asked. I nodded. "Go ahead," he said, and I started peeing,
feeling my urine pool around my legs and feet, mixing with Leo's and
flowing to the shower drain. "You have five minutes to shower, brush your
teeth, and get downstairs," he said, then he walked out of the shower. I
found him five minutes later, in the kitchen preparing breakfast. He had
again dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. "Give me your reactions," he said.

    "It tasted awful, Leo, it gave me a stomach ache," I said.

    "You don't have to like it," he said. "How much did you swallow?" I
told him, one mouthful. "That's enough. I always want you to swallow some,
I'll let you know when I want you to swallow all of it... How did it make
you feel, other than a stomach ache?"

    "I don't know, Leo," I said. "Like you own me, I guess. Like I was
nothing to you, nothing but a toilet. It didn't feel good, Leo, it was such
a contrast from last night."

    Leo stopped what he was doing and walked over to me. He kissed me
tenderly, on the mouth he had pissed into a few minutes earlier. "You're
not nothing to me, Becky, I like you," he said. "What you didn't say was
that it made you feel submissive, and that was the reason I did it."

    "Yes, Leo, it definitely made me feel submissive," I said.

    Leo had me sit on a stool while he made breakfast. "Can you cook?" he
asked.

    "Just simple things, Leo," I answered. "I can fry hamburgers, heat
canned vegetables. If I were making my own breakfast, Leo, it would be cold
cereal and milk, not waffles." He was making waffles for us, and I was
starting to smell the brewing coffee.

    "I'll teach you how to cook," he said. He poured two cups of coffee,
and brought one to me. We ate breakfast at the dining room table, the first
meal we had eaten outside of the kitchen. Afterwards we cleaned up the mess
together, then went to the living room with our third cups of coffee. Leo
sat on the couch, I knelt on the floor between his feet, and we talked.
When the coffee was gone, Leo said, "I need to prepare your exercise
schedule for the week, and then we need to talk about arrangements for next
Friday, but first I'd like to look at the Sunday paper. Will you please get
it for me?"

    "Sure, Leo, where is it?" I asked.

    "At the end of the driveway, next to the mailbox," he said. "Put your
shoes on, that's a long walk barefooted." I thought he was joking, but one
look at his face told me otherwise. It was early morning, and I was sure it
would be colder outside than it had been the night before. I didn't need to
ask him if I could put my clothes on, or my coat.

    "Yes, Leo," I said. I got off the floor and headed for the office, to
get my shoes from the safe. I returned to the living room with my shoes,
and I was putting them on, I said, "What about traffic on the road, Leo,
what if someone sees me naked, and calls the cops or something?"

    "There's not much traffic, especially early on Sunday morning," he
said. "Keep close to the trees and bushes, then listen for traffic before
you go out to the mailbox. You'll be fine."

    "Yes, Leo," I said as I headed for the laundry room and the outside
door. Jesus, it was cold, it couldn't have been much above forty degrees.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky, but it was too early for the winter sun to
have had any effect on the air temperature. I took a deep breath and
exhaled through my mouth, and I my breath formed a thick cloud in the still
air.

    Leo's driveway was roughly L-shaped. The base of the L led straight out
from the front of his garage, and it was in sunlight. I walked down the
middle of the drive at a brisk pace, feeling the warm sun on my back and
the cold air on my front. When I turned onto the leg that led to the road,
I had to make a choice. I could stay on the driveway, and be visible to any
vehicles passing by on the road; or I could get off the driveway and walk
along the bushes and trees on my left. I would still be visible there by
the trees, but I could easily step out of sight if I heard any traffic
approaching. The trouble was, the driveway was in sunlight, while the
greenery was in shade. As good as the sun felt, there really wasn't a
choice, so I left the relative comfort of the driveway for the relative
safety of the shade. I was already cold, and I started shivering as soon as
I reached the shade.

    As I walked toward the road, I saw what was on the other side of the
road from Leo's property, which I hadn't noticed Friday evening in the
dark. It was all trees, and lots of them. At least I didn't have to worry
about being seen by nosy neighbors, traffic would be my only problem.

    I heard the first traffic sounds when I was about a hundred yards from
the road. It sounded like a large truck, but I couldn't tell how far away
it was. I wanted to keep walking toward the road for as long as possible,
but soon I lost my nerve and ducked behind the nearest tree. It seemed to
take forever for the truck to finally pull even with the drive and then
continue past, and as the sound faded I came out from behind the tree and
continued on my way.

    After an eternity, I had reached the last cover I could use, a hedge
row about ten yards from the mailbox. I had been outside for about ten or
twelve minutes total, and out of the sun for two thirds of that time, and I
was really cold. I had my arms folded over my breasts, I was shivering
badly and hopping from one foot to another to just keep moving. That last
ten yards had no protection at all, and I was trying to listen for any
faint traffic sounds while I worked up my nerve.

    Finally, the moment arrived. I stepped out from my cover and jogged to
the mailbox. With a yard to go, I carefully looked left and right down the
road, and saw nothing. The newspaper was in its own little box next to the
mailbox, I took it and started back. Then, on an impulse, I went back and
opened the mailbox. There were a couple of letters inside, so I took them
too, and then turned back toward the house.

    Just as I reached my first cover, where I had waited while working up
my nerve to go out to the road, I heard something coming. I stopped behind
the hedge, intending to wait until the traffic had passed. But, as the
vehicle came closer to Leo's driveway, it slowed down. Then, in an instant,
it had turned into the drive and headed for the house. My hiding place
offered protection from the road, but I was clearly visible from the
driveway. All I could do was crouch down and hope I wasn't noticed, but as
the car pulled even with me the driver tooted the horn, leaving no doubt
that I had been seen. I looked up to see the back of Anne's sports car
speeding up the driveway.

    I didn't know what to expect when I got back to the house, but whatever
it was, it was preferable to the cold. I jogged back, keeping close to the
trees. When I turned the corner of the driveway, the car was nowhere to be
seen. It had to be in the garage, there was nowhere else it could have
gone. Once in the house, I heard voices from the rec room, but I soon
realized that it was the TV, Leo was watching some sports program. I peeked
into the room, relieved to see that he was alone. "Leo, Anne's here, she
saw me outside," I said.

    Leo turned the TV off. "Come here," he said after a moment, holding his
arms out to me. I walked up to him and handed him the paper and his mail.
He tossed them on the couch and said, "Take your shoes off and get in my
lap." when I was curled up in his lap, his arms around me, he told me why
Anne kept coming to the house. "Before you came along, Becky, I hadn't
topped for quite awhile." I smiled at his use of the word top, it sounded
even sillier as a verb than a noun. If Leo was topping, I supposed that
meant that I was bottoming. "I told Anne she could use the basement
whenever she wanted to," Leo continued, "but now she's going to have to
leave it for us on the weekends. I'll explain it to her, it won't be a
problem in the future."

    "But Leo, she saw me outside," I said.

    "So what?" he said. "She would have seen you sooner or later, I want
the two of you to meet."

    "But I was naked, Leo," I said.

    He grinned at me. "And you don't think you'll be naked when I introduce
the two of you?" He kissed me, then said, "In fact, why don't I go get her,
you can meet right now?"

    I didn't like that at all. I loved being Becky the submissive in
private for Leo, but I wasn't ready to do it in public, especially in front
of someone he had a history with. But Leo told me what I already knew,
namely that I had no say in the matter. He eased me out of his lap and onto
the couch, then he got up and headed for the hallway. I sat and waited,
trying unsuccessfully not to worry.

    Leo was back soon, alone. "Anne will be here in a few minutes," he
said.

    "Leo, I'm scared to death, can't we please do this some other time?" I
asked.

    "No," was all he said. He held out his hand to me, then pulled me off
of the couch when I put my hand in his. He lead me to the end of the couch
and bent me over its padded arm. I heard him unzip his jeans, and then he
started to push his cock into my pussy.

    "No, Leo, please don't make me do this," I said. "I don't want her to
see me for the first time like this, Leo."

    "Are you saying No to me, Becky?" he said, forcing his way into my
pussy. "You don't ever say No to me, Becky. Do you want her to see you
getting fucked, or getting whipped? Those are your choices." I didn't
answer, and then Leo began slowly fucking my pussy. After a minute, he
said, "You would have been sitting on the couch when she first saw you,
Becky, if you hadn't whined about it. I told you that begging and pleading
make things worse, and now here's a good example."

    Defeated, I said, "Yes, Leo." I was feeling many emotions, all of them
negative. I was afraid to meet Anne, because based on her picture I knew I
would lose in a side-by-side comparison with her. I was ashamed for anyone
other than Leo to see me as what I was, a submissive slut. But most of all,
I was angry with myself for failing Leo, for trying to resist his will the
very first time the going got difficult. I wished he was whipping me
instead of fucking me, that was what I deserved.

    I was wallowing in my misery, while at the same time trying my best to
accommodate Leo's cock, and then I heard the most beautiful voice I've ever
heard. I won't even try to describe it, I don't have the words. Anne said,
"Should I come back later?" and I felt warm all over.

    "Not at all," Leo said, "I was just warming Becky up. She was out by
the road, trying to give the truck drivers a thrill, and she got a little
too cold." He pulled his cock out of me, slapped me on the ass, and said,
"Come and meet Anne, Becky." Blushing from embarrassment, I raised up off
of the arm of the couch and turned to meet Anne, and I was stunned.

    It's not possible to describe Anne without sounding like you're
exaggerating or gushing. Her picture on Leo's night stand didn't come close
to doing her justice. While Leo looked a little older than he looked in the
picture, Anne actually looked younger. She was tall, about five eleven. Her
face was movie-star beautiful, and was perfectly framed by soft curls of
blonde hair that spilled over her shoulders and down onto her breasts. And
what breasts, it took my breath away to look at them. They were larger than
mine, and yet they stood straight out from her chest with no sag at all.

    Anne wore a top which gave her breasts a hint of mystery, while not
actually hiding anything at all. It was like a pale blue scarf used as a
bra. It had no straps, and it perfectly draped the contours of her breasts,
starting just above the tops of her areolas. The material was so thin and
translucent that it was like looking at her breasts through smoke. The
impression was that a very expensive silk scarf had fluttered down from
above and settled on her beautiful naked breasts, perfectly draping them
while leaving most of the upper breast bare.

    Tearing my eyes away from Anne's breasts, I gazed in amazement at her
sculpted, muscled stomach. Farther down were a pair of white, very-short
shorts that hugged her full hips, and then the perfectly tanned skin of her
thighs, with just-discernible muscles that rippled as she shifted her
weight. Incongruously, she had a pair of white sneakers on her feet.

    I had wondered what sex might be like with a woman, and I'd even talked
about it with my girlfriends, although I had never given serious thought to
trying it. But when I saw Anne for the first time, I wanted her, and I knew
in an instant that if I were ever given a chance to do anything at all with
her, I would jump at the opportunity.

    Looking into my eyes, ignoring my nakedness and my embarrassment, Anne
gave me a dazzling smile and said, "Hello, Becky, I'm very pleased to meet
you." Hearing her voice again, and my name on her lips, gave me butterflies
in my stomach.

    I wasn't sure I could speak, but I had to try. "I'm very pleased to
meet you, too, Anne," I whispered. "You're even more beautiful than your
picture."

    "How, sweet," she said, then she turned her attention from me to Leo.
"She's cute as a button, Leo, where did you find her?"

    "Some tavern near the college," Leo said. "She hit on me, so I brought
her home." I hated it that he was intentionally trying to embarrass me, but
then he said something positive. "She's just discovered that she's a sub.
She's got a lot of potential, and I'm going to train her."

    While Leo was talking, I was letting my eyes roam over Anne's body, and
she knew it. "Does she know that she's bi?" Anne asked Leo.

    He chuckled. "I think she just found out," he said. That really
embarrassed me, and it was all I could do to keep quiet. Leo saw how close
to the edge I was, so he moved beside me and patted me gently on my ass.
"Let's give Becky a break, this is all new to her," he said.

    "I brought Beth and Ronnie up with me," Anne said, "they're out in the
hall. I hope it's Ok. I didn't want to take the time to restrain them, and
if I'd left them alone down there they'd be fucking like little bunny
rabbits the moment they were alone."

    "Sure, no problem," Leo said. "Bring them in, Becky's never seen slaves
before." Anne gave me a perfunctory smile, then turned and left the room.
She returned a moment later, leading a man and a woman on leashes. They
were completely naked, just as I was.

    The man's leash was clipped to a wide leather strap that circled the
upper part of his scrotum. In addition to providing a place to attach the
leash, the purpose of the strap was apparently to squeeze his balls tightly
into the very bottom of his scrotum. There also seemed to be a tight ring
of leather around the base of his cock, which was very erect and swollen.
It's head was an ugly purple color.

    The woman's attachment was much simpler. The leash was clipped to a
chain which looped through rings on each of her pierced nipples. She also
had something covering her pussy, held in place by straps that attached to
a waist belt. There seemed to be a faint humming coming from it, I guessed
it was some sort of vibrator.

    Both of them had their hands behind their backs, I assumed their wrists
were cuffed together. Anne reached behind Beth, then Beth dropped her hands
to her sides. "Beth, Ronnie, please greet Leo, and thank him again for the
use of his basement," Anne said. She let go of the leashes, and the man and
woman hurried to Leo and knelt in front of him. Leo must have put his cock
away and zipped up while I was preoccupied with Anne, because the woman had
to unzip him and take his cock out of his pants. As soon as she
accomplished that, they both repeated what Anne had told them to say,
thanking Leo for the use of his basement. Then, one at a time, each one
kissed Leo's cock, and then took it into his or her mouth for a minute. Leo
seemed to be thoroughly enjoying their thanks.

    When Leo told them they were welcome, the woman zipped him up again.
Then they both got back to their feet and hurried back into position behind
Anne. Without looking at either of them, Anne put her hand out at her side,
palm up, and waited. Beth gathered up the ends of hers and Ronnie's leashes
and gently laid them in Anne's palm, and she closed her hand on the
leashes. When that ritual was completed, Anne looked at me for a long
moment, a faint smile on her face. Finally she said, "Beth, Ronnie, say
hello to Becky, she wants to be like you."

    Beth and Ronnie both looked at me and said Hello. I didn't know whether
to answer or not, but finally I said Hello to them. Addressing me, Anne
said, "Beth and Ronnie are actually a married couple, Becky, but they've
given me control over their sexuality." She turned to the man and asked,
"Ronnie, when was the last time I allowed you to have sexual contact with
your wife?"

    His eyes lowered and his face red, Ronnie said, "You let me eat Beth's
pussy 193 days ago, while you whipped both of us, Anne."

    "And when was the last time I let you cum, Ronnie? Anne asked.

    "It's been 43 days, Anne," Ronnie said.

    "And when will you be allowed to cum again, Ronnie?"

    "In 17 days, Anne. You let me cum once every 60 days, Anne," Ronnie
said.

    Looking at me again, Anne said, "Beth's needs are a little different
from Ronnie's. She can cum as often as she wants, but only when she's being
whipped." She looked around at the woman. "How many orgasms did I give you
last night, Beth, and who was watching?" she asked.

    "You gave me 14 orgasms last night, Anne, and Ronnie watched," Beth
answered softly.

    I felt Leo's arm around my waist. "Is there anything you would like to
ask Beth or Ronnie, Becky?" he asked me.

    I didn't know what to ask, I didn't even know what to think. I just
looked at them, my mind a blank. Finally I asked, "Are you happy?"

    Both of them gave me a quick, darting glance with their eyes, then they
looked down at their feet and remained silent. A long moment later, Anne
looked at Leo and said, "We should get back downstairs, I'm sorry we
interrupted your weekend." Leo walked up to Anne, they embraced and shared
a passionate kiss, and then Anne led her slaves out of the rec room. She
didn't look at me. As she walked away, I noticed that her ass was as
perfect as the rest of her body.

    "Well, that was awkward," Leo said after a moment.

    "I'm sorry, Leo, it was all my fault," I said. "I deserve whatever
punishment you decide to give me."

    Leo kissed me on my cheek. "Don't be silly, you did fine," he said. "It
was just a bad idea all around, bringing the slaves up with her. I'm sorry
I put you through it." He took my hand and led me to the couch, then he sat
down and I knelt between his feet. After picking the sports section out of
the Sunday paper, he handed me the rest. I spread the paper out on the
floor and began browsing through the different sections.

    Leo and I read the paper in silence for awhile, then I heard him
chuckling. "What's funny, Leo?" I asked him.

    "'Are you happy?', that was perfect," he said. "I almost kissed you
when you said that."

    "Why, Leo?" I asked. "It was the only question I could think of, Leo, I
wasn't trying to be clever."

    "No matter, it was perfect," he said. "She was trying to show off, and
impress you with the total control she had over those two miserable, fucked
up people, and you cut through the bullshit and pointed right to the
problem. She'll respect you now, but she'll also carry a grudge. Don't give
her any excuse to take it out on you, Ok?"

    I wasn't sure what Leo meant, I didn't see how Anne could do anything
to me. I should have asked him to explain, but instead I answered, "Yes,
Leo."

    I was looking for something interesting to read in the paper, but my
mind kept returning to Anne. To Anne's body, specifically. I imagined my
hands slowly, carefully, lovingly undraping her lovely breasts. Then I was
touching them lightly, feeling their smooth firmness, tasting their
sweetness. I also wanted to know what was under those white hot pants. Did
she still have her pubic hair? Was it blonde? "Leo, do you think I'm
bisexual?" I asked.

    "Did you want to fuck Anne when you first saw her, Becky?"

    I wasn't even sure what was involved when one woman fucked another
woman, although I had some ideas. "I guess so, Leo," I said. "But she's so
beautiful, I've never seen anyone like her before, Leo. In person, I mean.
If I feel an attraction to only one very beautiful woman, does that make me
bisexual, Leo?"

    "It makes you a bisexual with very high standards, Becky," he said.

    I was tired of reading the paper. I leaned back against the front of
the couch, wrapped my arms around Leo's leg, and rested my head on his
thigh. He let go of the sports section long enough to pat me on the head,
making me smile. "Leo?" I asked.

    "What is it, Becky?"

    "I may be fucked up, Leo, but I'm happy here," I said.

    He put down the paper and pulled me up into his lap. After kissing me,
he said, "You're not fucked up, Becky. And I'm glad you're happy, I want
you to be happy." I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. A
minute later, Leo said, "Becky, do you remember me telling you that you
should leave if you ever start fearing me?" I nodded my head. "You should
also leave if you're not happy here with me, or if you decide that serving
me is not the right thing for you to do."

    "Yes, Leo, I will," I whispered, but it didn't seem possible that I
could ever be unhappy with Leo.

    Leo cuddled me in his lap for a long time. His hand was on my pussy,
idly running a finger up and down my slit, occasionally rubbing my labia
lightly between a thumb and forefinger. I knew he wasn't trying to get me
hot, he just wanted me to know I was his, but I couldn't stop the
occasional moan. Finally I whispered, "Leo, please fuck me."

    He kissed me on my forehead. "Let's get the administrative stuff out of
the way first, then we'll have the rest of the day for play." He gently
pushed me out of his lap, giving me an open-handed swat on my ass when I
moaned in protest, then we walked hand in hand to the office. I couldn't
help smiling every time I went in there and saw the Acme safe that held my
clothes. Leo saw me smile. "Still think you're the roadrunner?" he asked. I
shook my head.

    Leo sat down behind his desk, then pulled me into his lap. I tried to
cuddle up, but he told me to sit up straight and pay attention. Reaching
around me, he woke up his computer, then brought up a spreadsheet. Clicking
and typing faster than I could follow, he soon had a workout schedule for
me. Basically, it required me to exercise on an elliptical trainer every
day, Monday through Thursday. I had to add five minutes to my time every
day until I was up to 45 minutes, and I had to do pre- and post-exercise
stretches the way Leo had shown me. I had already told Leo that the school
had elliptical training machines in the gym's workout room, but he wrote
the name and phone number of a private gym on the spreadsheet. "If you
can't schedule your workout sessions to suit your class schedule at school,
go to this gym, give them my card, and tell them you want to join. They've
dealt with me before, they'll take care of everything and it won't cost you
any money." He gave me his card. It was embossed with Leo's full name and
several phone numbers, and a single word, Investments.

    As I was looking at Leo's card, he said, "Keep this card with you at
all times, and call me if you have a problem. But never call to chat, or
because you miss me, or because you're lonely, or any bullshit like that.
If you do, I'll punish you."

    "Yes, Leo, I'll never call unless there's a problem," I said.

    Leo added another name and phone number to the spreadsheet. "This is a
yoga training school," he said. "You need to increase your flexibility, so
you'll sign up for yoga classes. Show them my card, they'll know what you
need. You'll get one-on-one training, and they'll schedule you whenever you
have free time from classes, even evenings."

    Yoga was something he hadn't mentioned before, but it sounded like it
would be interesting, maybe even fun. "I'm on a tight budget, Leo, is it
very expensive? I asked.

    "It won't cost you anything, Becky," he said. "Anything I ask you to
do, I'll pay for. That includes the clothes you'll wear when we meet on
Fridays. All you'll need is a blouse, skirt, and shoes, but if you don't
have anything suitable, buy it and I'll reimburse you. Same goes for the
sports bra you'll bring with you next Friday, and the ones you'll wear
whenever you exercise.

    "And speaking of next Friday, we need to set a time and place where
I'll pick you up. Is that tavern suitable? What's it called, the Brick?"

    "Yes, Leo," I said, "the Brick will be fine. What time should I be
there?'

    "When does your last Friday class end?" he asked. I told him three
o'clock. "Then I'll be at the Brick from four until four-fifteen. If you're
not there by the time I leave, then Becky's Excellent Adventure will be
over, and you'll never see me again. Is that clear?"

    "Yes, Leo, it's clear. I swear to God, Leo, I'll be there with bells
on."

    "Finally," Leo said, "I want you to tell me what you're going to be
wearing, and what you're going to bring with you, when we meet at the Brick
on Friday.

    "I'm going to be wearing a see-through, front-button blouse, a skirt
with a hem above mid thigh, medium heels, and a coat, Leo, nothing else.
I'm going to bring a sports bra, my grades, and nothing else, Leo... Oh,
and can I bring my dorm keys and some ID, Leo, and maybe a small purse to
carry it all?"

    He smiled. "Good thinking, Becky. Yes, that will be fine. I didn't say
anything about the blouse being see-through. That's not a requirement, but
it's a nice touch."

    Leo reached around me and cupped my breasts in his hands, then he
kissed the back of my neck. "I want to talk to you about your work ethic,
Becky, then we'll play." I said I didn't know what he meant, except the
part about playing, so he explained. "Your weekdays will be for hard work,
and your weekends will be for hard play. During the week, I want you to
concentrate on your school work, exercise, and yoga. Nothing else. Don't
become a hermit, don't isolate yourself, but no partying. Work hard, get
your body into shape, and excel at your studies. Do that for me, and I
promise that your weekends will be intense and interesting. But if your
grades start to slip, or your physical development isn't satisfactory,
you'll be punished. Is that clear?

    "Yes, Leo, I'm going to work my ass off for you, here and at school," I
said.

    "That's all I ask, Becky," Leo said. He did some typing and clicking,
and the printer began to print the spreadsheet he had made for me. "Do you
want me to make you a print of your picture, the one I took Friday night?"
he asked.

    I had forgotten all about that picture. I was bent over the table in
Leo's bedroom, with whip marks on my ass, and dildos in my pussy and ass.
"Yes, Leo, I do," I said. I wasn't sure I'd have the nerve to show it to
anyone, but I wanted it for myself. Leo sent me upstairs to fetch the
camera, then I sat in his lap and watched while he plugged the camera into
his computer. After a moment, a window popped up with small versions of all
of the pictures in the camera, Leo called them thumbnails. The last picture
was mine, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw that some of the earlier
pictures were of Anne, and she was naked.

    Leo heard me gasp when I saw the pictures of Anne. "I forgot those were
still in the camera," he said. A moment later he said, "Oh, well, why not,"
and clicked the mouse button. The screen went blank, then began a
full-screen slide show of all of the pictures. The first few pictures of
Anne showed her dressed almost exactly like I had seen her in the rec room
earlier, only the colors of her top and hot pants were different. She had
more than one of those outfits, so obviously she knew how stunning she
looked dressed like that. In subsequent pictures her shoes were gone, then
her wonderfully sexy top, then finally her hot pants, showing that she was
a natural blonde. There were six pictures of her naked, each one a
different pose and each one sexier than the one before. I was getting wet
from looking at her, especially her gravity-defying breasts, but then the
pictures of Anne ended. They were followed by a couple of pictures of
people I'd never seen, all fully dressed, then finally my picture, and then
the slide show ended.

    The thumbnail pictures reappeared on the screen. I realized that I was
trembling, and just then Leo reached down and plunged several fingers into
my wet pussy. "Yeah, I'd say you've got a thing for Anne," he said. He held
his hand up in front of my face, and I looked at my glistening fluids on
his fingers. "When I do that, it's your cue to clean my fingers in your
mouth, Becky," he said. I hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward and
took his fingers into my mouth. After sucking and licking them clean, I
opened my mouth again and Leo took back his hand. I'd never tasted pussy
before, I couldn't help wondering if that was how Anne would taste.

    Leo did some more mouse clicking, and soon I heard his printer stirring
to life again, he was printing my picture. "Please, Leo, will you print
some pictures of Anne, too," I asked. I wanted them all, but I would settle
for any he was willing to give me.

    "Not without her permission, Becky, and I know she wouldn't give her
permission," Leo said. I wanted to beg, but I managed to keep quiet.

    When the printer finished my picture, Leo showed it to me. Peering
around behind me at the camera, dildos sticking out of me and whip marks on
my ass, I looked ridiculous. I wanted to keep the picture, but I knew I
could never show it to anyone else. Leo saw the disappointment on my face
as I looked at the picture. "You and I know it's a picture of a brave girl,
confronting her true nature for the first time," he said. "Who gives a shit
what anyone else might think?"

    I smiled at him, then gave him a kiss on his cheek. "You're right,
Leo," I told him. "I remember how I felt when you took this picture. I was
scared to death, Leo, because I didn't know I could trust you, and I didn't
know what you were going to do to me... But everything you did made me
trust you more, Leo, and made me want more."

    Leo told me to put the spreadsheet and picture on top of the safe, so I
would remember them when I came to get my clothes. He then took my hand and
led me to a corner of the office. When I was standing in the corner, he put
his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed. "Put your face in the
corner, and don't move until I tell you," he said. I did as he said, and
then I heard him go back to his desk and sit down. There were typing and
mouse clicking noises, then I heard him get up. It sounded like he was
moving furniture around, and I was getting nervous about what he was up to.

    "Come over here, Becky," Leo said. I backed out of the corner and
turned around to find that he had replaced his executive-style leather
chair with a plain, low-backed wooden chair. As I walked over to the chair,
he said, "Bend over the back of the chair and hold on to the front of the
seat, I'm going to fuck you now."

    "Yes, Leo," I said, as I positioned myself behind the chair. As I bent
over, I noticed that the computer monitor's screen was dark. I heard Leo
taking his pants off, and then suddenly his cock slid into my pussy all the
way. I was glad I was still wet from the slide show.

    Leo fucked me for about five minutes. He was slamming his cock into me
so hard that the chair was sliding on the carpet. "You don't seem to be
enjoying yourself, Becky," Leo said after a while.

    "I'm doing Ok, Leo," I answered. It was true, I was starting to get
warmed up. "I thought this was supposed to be about your pleasure, not
mine, Leo."

    "Sometimes it should be about your pleasure, too, Becky," he said. He
eased off on the pounding he was giving me, although he kept moving inside
me. "Reach up with one hand and press any key on the keyboard," he said,
and I did.

    It took me a moment to understand what I was looking at. The right side
of the screen was a slideshow, cycling through the naked pictures of Anne
that I had seen earlier. That would have been wonderful by itself, but the
left side of the screen was a live picture, or at least it looked like a
live picture. Anne was naked, sitting in a chair on a raised platform,
looking for all the world like a queen or empress. Beth was on her knees in
front of Anne, her face buried in Anne's pussy. I didn't see Ronnie at
first, but then he came into the picture and knelt beside Anne. He had a
whip in his upturned palms, exactly like the one Leo had first used on me,
and he presented it to Anne. She ignored him at first, but then she reached
out and took the whip. Ronnie got to his feet and clasped his hands behind
his head, and Anne began slowly whipping his erect penis.

    "Don't waste your concern on Ronnie," Leo said, "he's getting exactly
what he wants. Think about what Beth's doing, imagine that you're Beth."

    "Yes, Leo," I whispered, "thank you Leo." My eyes flicked between the
two sides of the screen, trying to reconcile the laughing, sexy Anne in the
photos versus the cold, haughty Anne, who was getting her pussy eaten
without even seeming to notice. It was very confusing to me, but that
didn't stop me from getting excited by what I saw. I was very close to an
orgasm, but Leo wasn't providing enough stimulation, I couldn't cum.

    Soon I saw Beth pull her face away from Anne's pussy and get to her
feet. She and Ronnie changed places, and then Ronnie dropped to his knees
and began servicing Anne's pussy. Beth waited with her hands clasped behind
her head, and then it looked like Anne said something to Beth, and Beth
immediately moved her feet farther apart. Anne than started using the whip
on Beth, alternating her strikes between Beth's breasts and her pussy. Beth
remained perfectly still, just as Ronnie had done before her, but I could
see the flesh of her breasts quiver following each blow from Anne's whip. I
watched for a minute, then Leo said, "Which one are you, Becky?"

    I didn't know which one I was. I had been Beth, with her face in Anne's
pussy. That's where I wanted to be, but now Ronnie was there, and I had
moved. I hadn't wanted to move, but it happened anyway. "I'm Beth, Leo," I
said.

    "Do you feel the whip on your breasts and your pussy?" Leo asked.

    "Yes, Leo... No, I don't feel it, but I know how it would feel. I want
to feel it, Leo, I want to feel Anne's touch.

    "Cum now, Becky," Leo said softly. "Anne's touch on your breasts and
your pussy is what you've been waiting for. Anne wants you to cum." I
closed my eyes and tried to imagine it, and I came because Anne was
whipping me, and because Anne and Leo wanted me to. I opened my eyes and
looked at the screen again, and it seemed as if Anne was looking right at
the camera, like she knew I was watching.

    I came several more times from watching Beth and I being whipped on our
breasts and our pussies. Then Leo reached over my shoulder and pressed a
key on the keyboard, and the screen went blank. It was like a door
slamming, it woke me up. Leo leaned over me and tenderly kissed my neck as
he cupped my breasts in his hands.

    "How did you do that, Leo?" I asked.

    "I didn't do anything, Becky, I just showed you a scene on the
computer," he said. He kissed my neck again, then said, "Let's go have some
lunch, it's your turn to cook." Leo took me by my shoulders and pulled me
up off of the chair. Then I waited while he put his pants back on, and we
walked to the kitchen, his arm around my naked shoulder and my arm around
his waist. I was looking up at his face. I wanted to ask him what really
happened in the office, but I didn't think he'd answer.

    "Everything's perfect, Becky, you made a very good lunch," Leo said
between bites.

    "It should be, Leo," I said, "you showed me exactly what to do, and
then watched me do it to make sure I didn't screw up."

    "And if I told you to make the same thing again, and then went to watch
TV while you did it, would you know how?"

    "Yes, Leo, I think I would," I said with a smile. "Thank you for
teaching me how to make this meal, Leo." He leaned over and kissed me.

    After lunch, Leo sat on his stool and watched while I cleaned the
kitchen. I had tried to convince him that, since I prepared the meal, he
should clean up. He just looked at me with that blank stare of his, until I
hopped off of my stool and began the cleanup. After starting the
dishwasher, I walked up to Leo and stood between his knees. He put his arms
around my waist, then pulled me close and held me silently. I put my arms
around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder, happy and waiting.

    "Let's go for a walk," Leo said. "Go put your shoes on."

    "Yes, Leo," I said, then as soon as he released me I headed for the rec
room and my shoes.

    Leo walked into the rec room as I was tying my second shoe. "Get your
coat from the safe," he said. That made me feel better, I had been dreading
another walk outside after my early morning experience, it was just too
cold to be outside naked, even for a short time. Wearing my coat would be a
lot better than nothing. I hurried to the office and got my coat out of the
safe, then put it on as I returned to Leo. "You shouldn't have put it on
without permission," he said. I immediately took the coat off again, then
stood waiting for him to tell me what to do next.

    "Put your coat on," Leo said. I tried not to smile as I put the coat
back on. Then, indicating the whip that had a leather tab on its tip, he
told me to bring it with us. I picked it up and placed it in my open palms,
then kissed it as the ritual required. "Just hold it in your hand until I
ask for it, then present it to me properly," Leo said. I closed the fingers
of my right hand around the whip, then dropped my hands to my side. Leo
held his right hand out to me, I put my left hand in his, and we walked
into the hall and then out the front door.

    It was noticeably warmer than it had been on my early morning
adventure, but my exposed skin still felt the cold. My coat was heavy
enough for winter weather, but it only covered me down to the middle of my
ass, and everything below that point was soon covered with goose-flesh. I
was hoping Leo wouldn't want to walk very far. We were on the gravel path I
had walked barefooted the previous two nights, but where the path curved
around the side of the house Leo led me straight, toward a thicket that was
about twenty feet from the house. As we approached the thicket, I saw what
looked like a stone patio, complete with white metal tables and chairs.
Then I could see that the patio surrounded a large swimming pool, and as we
cleared the thicket I saw a building behind the pool. It was a large
cabana-like building, complete with a large awning the whole length of the
building. The whole front of the building was glass.

    "Do you swim?" Leo asked as we walked onto the patio and approached the
pool. I couldn't help tensing up when I heard that, the water in the pool
looked cold.

    "Yes, Leo, I'm a good swimmer," I answered. "I was on my high school
swim team."

    "Would you like to do a few laps for me?" he asked.

    I paused, hoping to convey my reluctance. finally I said, "If you want
me to, Leo... I'd rather wait for warmer weather."

    He smiled. "It looks pretty cold, doesn't it?" I quickly nodded in
agreement. He said, "I have to show you something first, maybe you can take
a quick swim on the way back to the house."

    "Yes, Leo," I said, thinking that a swim was probably inevitable. He
tugged my hand, and we started walking again, past the pool and toward a
distant grove of trees. "How much land do you own, Leo? I asked. I nodded
toward the grove ahead of us. "Are those trees your property boundary?" If
they were, it would have been a large tract of land.

    "No, they're not even at the center of what I own," he said. "We have
plenty of privacy here, for anything we want to do." He looked at me and
added, "and for anything I want to do with you." He wasn't smiling, and I
couldn't tell if he was kidding or trying to scare me.

    We walked in silence for a few minutes. I was so cold from the ass down
that I was shivering. I knew Leo could feel me trembling through my hand,
and I hoped we'd turn around soon. But we didn't turn around, and after a
long, cold walk we were at the grove of trees. Mingled with the trees was a
thick growth of bushes of various kinds, and in the center there was some
kind of small black building. At first I thought it was an outhouse.

    As we made our way through the undergrowth and approached the building,
I could see that it was made of corrugated metal. Leo said, "Becky, I'm
sure you remember saying No to me this morning, when I told you to bend
over the arm of the couch."

    Ok, that scared me. Was that why we were out there in the middle of
nowhere? What was he going to do to me? "I'm sorry, Leo, I swear I'll never
do that again," I said, looking into his eyes.

    "It's not enough for you to say you're sorry, Becky. I have to make
sure you're sorry." He had pulled me to a stop in front of the small
building. It was about six feet high, but less than two feet on a side.
Looking at me, Leo said, "I'm sure it will be commonplace for me to ask you
questions, and if the correct answer to any question I ask you is "No,
Leo,' then that's the answer I want to hear, because you must never lie to
me. But other than that, I never want to hear the word 'No' on your lips.
You will never disobey me, or attempt to disobey me, again. Now I'm going
to explain what will happen to you if you break that rule." He paused to
let that sink in, then he said, "Present me with the whip." I was shaking
badly by that time, and not just from the cold. I dropped to my knees,
carefully transferred the whip to my upturned palms, kissed it tenderly,
and then held it up to Leo. He quickly took the whip, then said, "Stand up
and remove your coat."

    I was too afraid to speak, which was probably a good thing at that
point. I stood on shaky legs and took off my coat. The cold was painful,
but I was too distracted to notice it at first. After I dropped my coat on
the ground, at Leo's command, he explained to me the punishment for saying
No to him. Holding up the whip, he said, "You will be whipped on your
breasts, belly, ass, and the front and back of both thighs. Not with this
whip, but with the one I used on you Friday night. This whip will sting
you, but the other one will cut your flesh when it's used for punishment.
Now clasp your hands behind your head and take your whipping."

    As soon as I had clasped my hands behind my head, Leo grasped my waist
with his hands and turned me around. Then he gave me two hard whacks with
the whip on my ass, and two on the backs of my thighs. If my skin hadn't
been so cold, I'm sure I would have felt only sharp stings, but as it was I
felt the pain to my bones. My eyes were watering as Leo spun me back around
and gave me two more strikes each on my breasts, my belly, and the front of
my thighs. I burst into tears, but I managed to hold my position and keep
my hands behind my head.

    Leo took my chin between his thumb and fingers, and positioned my head
so I was looking into his eyes. "After your whipping, I will put Clover
Clamps on your nipples and your labia, then you will walk naked from the
house to where we are now. It doesn't matter what the weather is, hot or
cold, rain or snow, day or night." He pulled out a key and inserted it into
a slot on the front of the structure, then swung open the door. It was
empty inside. Leo said, "I'll let you keep your shoes on for this
demonstration, but you will be barefooted, and your hands will be
handcuffed behind your back, the next time I have to bring you here. Now
turn around and back in."

    I was crying really hard, and I didn't move fast enough to suit Leo. He
turned me by my waist, then pushed me backward into the structure and
closed the door. My body touched the walls on all four sides, that's how
tight the fit was inside the thing. Oddly, I felt a burning sensation
wherever the cold metal touched my cold flesh. I heard Leo talking from
outside, so I tried to cut through my pain and fear and listen to what he
was saying. "You will remain here for 24 hours," he said, and then I heard
him walking away.

    I panicked. I couldn't stay there for 24 hours, I'd freeze to death. I
began screaming for Leo to come back, swearing to God that I would never
try to disobey him again, that I would be his perfect slave forever, that I
would drop out of school and serve him every minute of every day, that I
would do anything, if he'd please just let me out of that box and take me
back to the house. I begged and cried and screamed until I was exhausted,
and then the door of the box opened. Leo gently pulled me out of the box
and helped me into my coat, then he took me in his arms and hugged me
tightly.

    "If I ever have to put you in there again, you'll be there for 24
hours," he whispered. "Please don't make me do that."

    "I won't, Leo, I swear to God I won't," I said. I'll do anything you
say, anything you want me to do. Please don't put me in there again."

    "Let's go home," Leo said. He took my hand again and began walking back
toward the house. After we had walked about 10 yards, he said, "Let's jog,
that'll help warm you up," he said. I started running beside him, but I
felt so cold and sluggish that I couldn't keep up, and then after a few
steps I tripped on something and fell to my hands and knees.

    Struggling to my feet, I said, "I'm sorry, Leo, please don't punish me,
I'm trying as hard as I can."

    Leo helped me to my feet. "I know you're trying, Becky, and I'm not
going to punish you. But the sooner we get to the house, the sooner you'll
get warm. Try again." He held my hand to steady me, and we began a slow
jog. After a minute, I started to feel some of my energy returning, and I
sped up. Leo kept pace with me, and when I glanced over at him he smiled at
me. "You're doing fine, I'm proud of you," he said.

    As soon as we got inside, Leo took me to the downstairs bathroom. He
grabbed a long terry-cloth robe from the linen closet, then took off my
coat and wrapped me in the robe. It reached all the way to my ankles, and
it felt good on my icy cold skin. Leo put the seat down on the toilet and
told me to sit down, then he started filling the large tub. After removing
all of his clothes, Leo knelt in front of me and removed my shoes. Then he
took my hands in his, and we looked at one another in silence while the tub
filled.

    After a few minutes, the bathroom was filled with steam. Leo turned off
the taps, then after pulling me to my feet he took off my robe and helped
me step into the tub. After climbing in beside me, he operated the controls
that activated the water jets. We stretched out side by side and slid down
in the water until it was up to our chins. Leo was quiet, and I was almost
afraid to say anything, but finally I felt I had to talk to him.

    "Leo, may I please speak?" I asked.

    "You can always speak, unless I've ordered you to remain silent," he
said. "Tell me what you're thinking, ask me what you want to know."

    "You scared me, Leo. I thought you were going to leave me in that box
to die from the cold. You said that if I ever became afraid of you I
shouldn't come back, and now you've made me afraid of you. Do you want me
to not come back, Leo?"

    Leo slowly rolled onto his side. He rested the palm of his hand on my
belly and looked into my eyes. "First of all, Becky, I very much want you
to come back. I enjoy being with you, talking to you, looking at your naked
body, commanding you, and fucking you.

    "I told you not to come back if you were ever afraid I'd harm you. It
will be a rare day that you're with me and you suffer no pain, especially
during your training, but you'll never come to harm in my care." He leaned
over and kissed my cheek, then continued. "The box has a heater, Becky, I
would have turned it on if I intended to leave you there. For 24 hours, you
would have been cold and miserable, but you wouldn't have died, and you
wouldn't have gotten hypothermia. You'd actually be more comfortable in the
box now than you would be in the Summer. Although the box is in a grove of
trees, it gets a lot of sun in the Summer, and it gets very hot inside.

    "If you are afraid I might harm you, Becky, you shouldn't come back,
you'd be stupid to come back. But if you do come back, there are several
possibilities. You can resolve to obey me in all things, and avoid
punishment. Or, you can decide that the punishment for disobeying me is
something you would dislike intensely, but you would rather accept a
whipping and 24 hours in the box than obey a command that you strongly
objected to."

    Leo fell silent. After a pause, I said, "I want to obey you, Leo, I
like being under your control, I need to be under your control. But I'm
afraid you could always push me to the point that I would rebel, or refuse,
or accidently blurt out the word I'm not allowed to say any more. Any time
you want to put me in the box, Leo, you can just keep pushing me until I
can't take any more."

    "I don't want to put you in the box at all, Becky," he said, "I just
want your obedience. I think we both want the same thing for you. I would
never push you on purpose, just to break you." He paused again, then said,
"If I wanted you in the box, Becky, I could just take you down there and
put you in it. What I want is for you to choose to obey me, and never make
me put you in there again." He grinned at me. "As for the word you're no
longer allowed to say, I was being a little over-dramatic when I said that,
so I'll revise the rule. As of right now, there are no words that you are
forbidden to speak. If I have to punish you, it will be for your actions,
not for using the word No. Ok?"

    "Ok, Leo," I said. He asked me how I felt, and the answer was that I
felt pretty good. The whirlpool bath had done a good job of making me feel
human again, I was warm and relaxed. Leo slipped his arm under my neck and
rolled my head over to his, and we shared a long tender kiss. While we
kissed I felt his other hand sliding down my belly, and then he started
caressing my pussy lips with his fingers.

    Leo kissed me and played with my body for awhile, perhaps 10 minutes.
His cock had grown rock hard, in part because I had my hand wrapped around
it and was massaging it with my fingertips. Leo pulled his lips away from
mine and said, "We have a few hours before I have to take you back to
school, let's spend it upstairs in bed."

    "That sounds perfect, Leo," I said. I was getting pretty turned on from
the water jets and from Leo's attention to my breasts and pussy. As soon as
we got out of the tub, I got a large bath towel from the linen closet and
began drying Leo.

    "You're amazing," he said from under the towel. "I was sure I'd have to
tell you to dry me. I couldn't be more pleased with your attitude and your
behavior."

    "I'm really sorry that I tried to disobey you this morning, Leo," I
said. "It was the most embarrassing situation I'd ever been in, Leo, and I
didn't think I could do it. I should have trusted you, everything you've
done to me has been exactly what I needed, Leo, and so was that."

    Leo said, "You've apologized, I accept your apology, and you know
exactly what will happen to you if you ever do it again. Let's forget it
now, and enjoy one another until it's time for you to leave." I was on my
knees, drying his feet, when he said that. He pulled me to my feet, took
the towel from me, and began patting me dry. I stood with my eyes closed,
my legs spread, and my arms out at a 45 degree angle, enjoying the feel of
the towel on my body. I knew that this kind of treatment from Leo would be
a rare treat, and I wanted to savor the experience and remember it.

    As we walked up the stairs, hand in hand, Leo said, "I'm going to do
your ass first, so you'd better start relaxing. Then I'll cum in your
mouth, and after that we'll give your pussy something to remember."

    "Yes, Leo," I said, giving his hand a squeeze. When we got into the
bedroom, he took me to the table where he had fucked me for hours Friday
night.

    "Would you like to start here, for old time's sake?" he asked. I
grinned and nodded my head. After pushing me down onto the table, he said,
"Pretend you're cuffed," and I raised my arms and clasped my hands behind
my back. As Leo slowly slid his cock into my ass, he said, "From now on,
Becky, this table is reserved, it won't be used for anything except fucking
you."

    "I'm honored, Leo, thank you." Surprising both myself and Leo, I came
just as I said that. As soon as I could speak again, I said, "I guess it
won't be that hard, learning to cum while you're fucking my ass, Leo."

    I heard Leo chuckle, then he gently pulled my hands apart and took them
in his. He held my hands like that until he was ready to cum in my mouth,
about 10 minutes later. I came twice more before then. After pulling out of
me, he leaned over and kissed each of my hands before releasing them. While
he was walking around to my head, I clasped my hands behind my back again
and raised my head up. When he was standing in front of me, I opened wide
and stretched as far as I could toward his cock, then he took a step
forward and entered my mouth. I did my best to remember everything Leo had
taught me, I wanted to give him a really good blow job. The way he took my
head in his hands, I'm sure he intended to fuck my face like he had Friday
night, the first time he came in my mouth; but when he felt what I was
doing to him, he relaxed the pressure of his hands and began gently
caressing my face instead of holding it.

    Once I washed off the bad stuff with my saliva, I liked the way Leo's
cock tasted, and the way it filled my mouth. I would take in as much of it
as I could without gagging, then start sliding back, working with my tongue
and lips the whole time. When only the head of the cock was left in my
mouth, I would pause, squeezing with my lips while darting and licking with
my tongue. Within a few minutes I had Leo moaning and telling me how great
it felt, and then he exploded in my mouth. I did my best to catch
everything and swallow it, but I felt a little of his cum trickle down my
chin. After cleaning him with my mouth, I held still and waited for him to
pull out.

    Leo raised me off of the table and took me in his arms. "You're going
to be the best sex partner I've ever had," he whispered, filling me with a
warm feeling of satisfaction.

    I rested my head on his chest and said, "That's what I want, Leo, to
please you like no one has ever done before. But not just with blow-jobs, I
want to be your perfect ... slave. I belong here with you, Leo, kneeling at
your feet."

    "I agree, Becky," he said, "this is where you belong." He held me in
his arms for several minutes more, then released me and kissed my lips.
"Now I want you to go use the toilet, rinse out your mouth, and brush out
your hair. Get rid of the ponytail, I want it looking the way it looked
Friday night. Then we'll go to bed and see if your pussy is as talented as
your mouth."

    Leo watched me brush my hair in front of the mirror. He was standing
off to one side, and it pleased me that he could see my naked front and
back at the same time. "Have you ever considered short hair, Becky?" he
asked. "It would be a lot easier to take care of."

    "How short were you thinking of, Leo?" I asked. I liked my hair long, I
was hoping he was just making conversation and wasn't serious about it.

    "I was thinking we'd shave your head, then let it grow out some. No
longer than an inch, though. You'd be completely naked for me then, no part
of you would be hidden from my view." He grinned, then added, "You'd be low
maintenance, too. Whenever you needed cleaning, a quick hose-down is all it
would take."

    I knew he was serious then, in spite of the bad joke. I tried to think
of something to say that would change his mind, but I couldn't. I felt that
at least I had to get my preferences on the record, so I said in a soft
voice, "Leo, if that's how you want it, then we both know that's how it
will be. But I don't want my hair short, Leo, and I really don't want my
head shaved. I like my hair the length it is now, Leo. Please let me keep
something from my old life, Leo, don't take everything away from me."

    "We'll see how it goes during your training," he said. "If I decide to
do it, I'll let you know a week in advance. That way, if you can't accept
it, you won't come back."

    "Yes, Leo," I said. But I didn't want to stop coming to him, and as
much as I would hate it, I knew I would let him shave my head if that's
what he wanted. I'd even do it myself, if he told me to.

    I had my hair looking as good as it was going to, short of a shampoo
and a good conditioner. I put down the brush and turned to face Leo. "I'm
ready, Leo," I said.

    "Get in bed," he said, then he gave me a stinging slap on my ass as I
walked past him.

    Leo followed me to the bed. "Show me what you've learned this weekend,"
he said. He crawled onto the bed and flopped onto his back. "Get me hard
with your mouth, then climb on and milk my cock with your pussy muscles. If
I don't get a good fuck out of you, I'll give you some fresh whip marks to
take back to school." I quickly climbed onto the bed and knelt between
Leo's legs. Taking his cock into my mouth, I tried to use all of the
techniques he had taught me. At the same time, I cupped his testicles in my
hands and began rolling them around gently. Not gently enough, as it turned
out. "Easy, take it easy with the jewels," Leo said. "I'm glad you're
trying new things, but be careful with those." He told me the correct
techniques for stimulating his balls in a pleasing, non-threatening way,
and then praised me when I was doing everything to his satisfaction.

    Before long I had Leo hard, but I kept working with my hands and mouth
until I had gotten a few moans out of him. Lifting my mouth off of his
cock, I asked, "May I take your cock into my pussy now, Leo?"

    "This is the perfect time to do that, Becky," Leo said. I quickly
straddled his waist, then reached down with both hands and guided the tip
of his cock into my pussy. Trying my best to keep my pussy stationary over
his cock, I leaned forward. When Leo saw what I wanted to do, he raised up
to meet me, and our lips touched. At that moment, I lowered my hips and
took his cock the rest of the way into my pussy. He sighed, and  could tell
from the tension in his lips that I had made him smile. After rimming his
lips with the tip of my tongue, I slowly raised my body back up to a
vertical position, smiling down at him the whole time. "Excellent, Becky,
that was very sexy, and very well done," Leo said. I couldn't help
grinning, I was so happy that I had been able to surprise and please him.

    I started moving slowly, raising and lowering my body over Leo's cock.
"No, do what I told you," he said. "Hold your body still, and milk my cock
with your pussy muscles. You have to learn to listen to me, and do what I
tell you." My elation turned to disappointment, I had heard what he told me
to do, I just got excited with my success and forgot. Seeing how my
expression changed, Leo said, "Don't let one mistake discourage you, Becky,
you're doing fine, better than I could ever have expected." He smiled at
me, then he reached out and took my hands in his. "I know you can do it,
Becky, I believe you can do anything," he said.

    I tried using my pussy muscles to stimulate Leo's cock. I could
squeeze, but I didn't have any control. I concentrated on what I was trying
to do and what I felt in my pussy, and after a few minutes it began to feel
like I was rippling my muscles along his cock. "You're doing it, Becky,
that's exactly what you need to do," Leo said. "It feels like there's a
tight ring moving back and forth along my cock. Learn to control how hard
you squeeze, and how fast the contractions move. You're doing everything
right, just concentrate on gaining more control."

    That was an amazing moment. In only a few minutes I had learned to do
something that I didn't even know was possible, because Leo wanted me to do
it and because he told me to do it. I was kneeling perfectly still over
Leo's cock, fucking him with my pussy muscles. "Who was that girl in my bed
Friday night, the one who didn't know how to fuck?" Leo asked me.

    "That cunt is gone for good, she won't be back," I said, then I laughed
to hide my shock at what I had said. I didn't normally use words like that.
Leo laughed too, a big, happy laugh that sent chills up my spine. "Oh,
Leo," I told him, "I don't know what to say to you. I asked you to teach me
how to fuck you and how to suck you, and you did it. I'm so happy and so
grateful, I want to be with you forever. I want to be your slave, and I
want to spend my life obeying you and pleasing you and fucking you."

    "If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get," Leo said. He
squeezed both of my hands before letting go of them. "Clasp your hands
behind your head," he told me, "then see if you can make your breasts sway
the way I like. Don't lose the rhythm you've got going in your pussy,
though."

    A year earlier, I had let a girlfriend talk me into taking a belly
dancing course. I'd never done anything with it, because I'd never had a
man I wanted to do it for, but now I had one. It occurred to me that the
rhythmic muscle contractions and the rippling body movements of belly
dancing were just variations of what I was doing with my pussy muscles on
Leo's cock. With my hands clasped behind my head as Leo wanted, I
concentrated on keeping my crotch perfectly still over his cock, while
slowly flexing my spine to send a wave of motion up to my breasts and then
back down to my hips. It took me a minute to get the rhythms in sync, but
soon everything seemed to be running smoothly. I looked down at Leo, and he
had a big, silly grin on his face. "You're amazing, I'm about to cum," he
said, and then he had a huge orgasm. I felt his hot cum shooting into my
pussy, and I couldn't help laughing. That's how happy it made me feel,
knowing that I had made Leo cum all by myself, not just from following his
directions.

    "Oh, God, Leo, I did it," I cried. "I made you cum all by myself, I'm
so happy. I want to do it again, over and over. I want to make you cum
again, please let me do it again, Leo."

    "How about you?" Leo asked. "You've earned a big orgasm for yourself."
I could still feel his cock pulsating in my pussy, but it was hard to tell
looking at his face that he was in the middle of an orgasm.

    "Your needs come before my needs, Leo," I said. "I'd love to keep doing
this for you, as long as it makes you happy."

    "We'll do it one more time," Leo said, "and this time I'll make sure
you cum when I do." Leo's cock was still rock hard inside me despite his
orgasm. I began squeezing him with renewed force, and at the same time
resumed the swaying motions of my torso. I carefully tried to add another
feature, rippling the muscles of my belly and stomach. Again it took me
some time to get everything working together, and a few times I got so
confused that it all fell apart for a moment. But Leo kept encouraging me,
and telling me how wonderful and clever I was, and that inspired me to keep
trying despite the frustration.

    Leo rested his fingertips gently on my belly, feeling the muscles
rippling up and down. "You have wonderful control," he said. "If you like
doing this, you're going to love the yoga classes."

    "I love doing this for you, Leo," I said. "I want perfect control of
myself, so I can learn to be your perfect slave."

    We fucked for a long time, so long that I was starting to get tired. I
had noticed that it took Leo a long time to cum after his first one, so all
I could do was keep trying. Leo was running his fingers over my thighs and
my belly, and occasionally brushing my outer labia and my clit. I noticed
he was coming back to my clit more and more often, and I was starting to
get pretty excited. I wanted to cum with Leo like he said, but I was afraid
I would lose control of what I was doing if I got too turned on. "You have
a beautiful clit, Becky, it really stands up when you get hot," Leo said.
He smiled up at me, and then said, "I think we'll get a little collar for
it, and a leash. Would you like me to lead you by a leash attached to your
clit, Becky?"

    I said, "If that's what you want, Leo, then I'd love to have a collar
and leash on my clit... Will it be painful, Leo?"

    "A little," he said. Grinning, he added, "Not very painful, unless
you're a bad girl and I have to jerk on your leash." After a pause, Leo
said, "I can see that you're getting tired Becky. I know you're working
very hard to please me, and I'm enjoying it a lot, but I think we should
both cum now, don't you?" I nodded my head, I was very tired.

    Leo put his finger on the end of my clit and just held it there. I
couldn't feel him doing anything with the finger, but its presence began to
affect my level of arousal. "Please, Leo, I don't want to cum before you
do, your needs come first," I said.

    "Don't worry, Becky, I know what I'm doing," he said. He smiled up at
me for another minute, then I felt a small spasm in his cock. "After I
train your clit to the leash, Becky," he said, "you'll cum for me whenever
I tug on your leash in a certain way." He gave me a few seconds to absorb
what he had said, then he added, "Like this," and simultaneously he did
something with his finger. I came, and at the same moment I felt another
hot flood of his semen filling my pussy. All I could do was look down at
him in amazement.

    I tried my best to keep all of my rhythms going through my orgasm, but
it all got out of sync and I lost control. "It's Ok, Becky," Leo said.
"You've done an amazing job. I'm very proud of you, and you should be very
proud of yourself."

    "I am, Leo," I said. As soon as my orgasm had run its course, Leo took
my hands and pulled me down onto his chest, and I straightened my legs out
on top of his. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.
"I don't want to leave, Leo, let me stay here," I whispered.

    "No, that's not going to happen, Becky," he said. "And we're not going
to go through this every Sunday, either. I'll decide when you come here,
and I'll decide when you go back to school, and you will obey without
complaining or whining."

    "Yes, Leo, I'm sorry, I won't do it again," I said.

    Leo kissed me again, then gently rolled me off of him and onto the bed.
He raised up on one elbow and looked down at me, then put a hand on my
breast and began lightly caressing it with his fingertips. "Such beautiful
breasts," he said. "How did you ever get the idea they weren't attractive?"

    "I don't know, Leo," I said. "I guess I've never thought they were
attractive, especially after they got so big. I'm so happy that you like
them, Leo."

    "I do like them," he said. "I like them a lot, and we're going to get
this body into perfect shape, and then even you'll like them. Aren't we,
Becky?"

    I looked up into Leo's eyes. "Yes, Leo, that's exactly what we're going
to do," I said. He didn't say any more, so I closed my eyes and
concentrated on the feeling of his fingers on my breasts.

    After caressing my breasts for awhile, Leo started working his way down
my stomach, then my belly, then my pussy. He gently pushed a few fingers
into me, then said, "You poor baby, some nasty man has filled this
beautiful pussy with his sticky old cum."

    I couldn't help grinning. "I wonder who did that, Leo," I said. I
opened my eyes and looked up at his smiling face. "Can I have a taste, Leo?
Apparently I'm not going to get fed before you take me back to school, and
I'm getting hungry."

    Leo pulled his fingers out of my pussy and transferred them to my open
mouth. While I was licking and sucking them clean, he said, "Think of this
as an appetizer, Becky, I'm taking you out to dinner tonight. We'll stop at
a good restaurant on the way into town, you've earned it."

    "Thank you, Leo," I said. He was right, I had earned it. I closed my
eyes again. I was very tired and very happy, and for the first time in my
life I was very well fucked.

    After a moment, Leo put his fingers back into my pussy. When he pulled
them out a second later, I opened my mouth again, thinking he wanted to
feed me more of his cum, but instead he wiped his fingers on my breasts. He
kept doing that until I had drying cum all over my breasts, stomach, belly,
and thighs. Finally he touched a wet finger to the tip of my nose, making
me grin. "I seem to have a lot of our mixed cum on my crotch," Leo said.
"If you would be so kind, please lick me clean, then we have to get dressed
and head for town."

    When he was wiping cum all over me, I had assumed he would let me take
a shower afterwards. I should have known better. "Yes, Leo," I said, as I
struggled to my knees and moved my head down to his crotch.

    Leo let me pee and touch up my hair with the hairbrush, but he refused
when I asked if I could wash my face. "I like that spot of dried cum on
your nose, it's cute, let's leave it there," he said. I knew I would be
eating in a restaurant, and then perhaps some of my friends at school would
see me, with dried cum on my nose. It made me smile.

    I dressed Leo in the bedroom, then we walked down the stairs hand in
hand. He waited in the rec room while I gathered up my clothes, my picture,
and my workout schedule. Leo said he would dress me, and as he was pulling
up my panties he said, "Goodbye, pussy, hope to see you again soon." I
couldn't help giggling. When he began putting on my bra, I told him I
didn't expect to be wearing bras any more. "I want you to wear bras, just
not when you're with me," Leo said. "Eventually you'll be able to wear them
here, too, but they'll be open front or cupless bras." I told him I didn't
have any of those, but he said not to worry about it, he would tell me when
it was time to buy them.

    After Leo put my coat on and buttoned it up the front, we stood and
looked at one another. There was nothing left to do but go out to the
truck. I burst into tears, and Leo took me in his arms and held me. "In
only five days, we'll be together again," he said. "Work hard, concentrate
on your studies and your exercise, and Friday will be here before you know
it." He took my hand, and we headed for the outside door.

    Dinner was nice. Leo was very charming, we drank a lot of wine, laughed
and joked a lot, and he actually flirted with me in an innocent, charming
way. He noticed my embarrassment when the waiter saw the dried cum on my
nose. I think the waiter wanted to say something to me, but then he changed
his mind. After he left, Leo said, "He has no idea it's cum, Becky, he just
didn't know whether or not he should tell you that you had something on
your nose."

    I said, "It's all over my body, Leo, he can probably smell it. He knows
it's cum."

    "Do you really care if he knows?" Leo asked.

    I thought about it. "I only care that you know, Leo," I said. "I'm
proud to wear your cum on my body and to carry it in my pussy."

    We were seated at a small table in an out-of-the way corner of the
restaurant. It was quiet and comfortable, and the food was great. I asked
Leo if he ate there a lot. "It's my favorite restaurant in this end of
town," he said. "They also have private rooms. When you finish your
training, we'll have your graduation party in one of them."

    "Just you and me, Leo?" I regretted the question immediately, but I had
meant it innocently, I was curious if Anne would be there.

    Leo looked at me for a long moment. "And a few select friends," he
said. "It'll be your final exam, as well as your graduation party." I
lowered my eyes and remained silent. That was the first time it had
occurred to me that he would share me with others. He took my hand in his
and told me to look at him. When our eyes met, he said, "When you give
yourself to me completely, you can't place limitations on how I use your
gift."

    "Yes, Leo," I said, and forced myself to smile. "I'm yours, use me
however you choose." We didn't talk much after that.