Becky's Story
                            
                                 Part 4
                        
                           My Life As A Slave
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    I woke up with a strong urge to pee. Being as quiet as possible, I
crept from my place at the foot of Anne's bed to the bathroom. After
carefully closing the bathroom door, I did my business and washed my
hands. When I opened the bathroom door, Anne stirred under the covers,
then she rolled over and looked at me. "What are you doing, Becky?" she
asked sleepily.
    
    "I had to use the toilet, Anne," I said. "I tried to be quiet, I'm
sorry if I woke you."
    
    Anne stretched, arching her back upward sharply. "Pull back my
covers," she said. I did as she commanded, then waited. She sat up and
swung her legs over the edge of the bed. "Get my slippers from the
closet," she said.
    
    As I walked to the closet, I remembered what Anne had told me the
previous evening, that she wasn't going to do anything for herself that
I could do for her. I returned with her slippers, then knelt in front
of her and slid them on her feet. "Help me off of the bed," she said. I
got to my feet and took her offered hand, then she slid off of the bed
and stood up. Still holding my hand, she led me back into the bathroom.
    
    Anne sat on the toilet, then looked down at the floor between her
feet. I took my position and knelt in front of her with my arms at my
side. She looked at me for a moment, then said, "I need a kiss to get
me started." I wasn't sure if it was acceptable to put my hands on her,
so to be safe I crossed my wrists behind my back. That made Anne smile,
and then she opened her legs wider. Bending forward, I placed a tender
kiss on the hood of her clit. "I want to feel your tongue on my
urethra," Anne said.
    
    I probed between her labia until I was pretty sure the tip of my
tongue rested on her urethra. I had guessed what would happen next.
"Don't move," Anne said, then released a stream of urine into my mouth.
It had a much stronger smell and taste than Leo's urine. 
    
    "I don't care about the mess you made on the floor, you can clean
that up," Anne said, after she finished peeing. "What I don't like is
that you let it spray all over me, I'm dripping with my own urine.
That's unacceptable."
    
    She didn't mention that my face was also dripping with her urine,
that wasn't important to her. "I'm sorry, Anne," I said, "I'll get a
washcloth and clean you off."
    
    "Damned right you will," Anne said. I ran to the wash basin. As I
was dampening a washcloth, Anne said, "The idea is that you catch it in
your mouth, then let it run out and into the toilet bowl. The next time
you make a mess like this, you'll be whipped for it."
    
    'Yes, Mistress," I said.
    
    I cleaned Anne with the washcloth, then waited on my knees to see
what she wanted me to do next. "Cold shower, make it fast. Then brush
your teeth and come to bed," she said, walking out of the bathroom.
    
    "Yes, Anne," I said to her beautiful backside.
    
    When I walked into the bedroom, Anne spread her legs and smiled at
me. "What kept you?" she said. I crawled onto the bed and buried my
face in her pussy.
    
    "There must be a gene for cunnilingus, Becky," Anne said, some time
later, "and you're the only one who got it. No one has ever pleased me
like you do, and you have almost no experience, how did that happen?"
    
    I wasn't sure if I was supposed to answer. Taking a chance, I
lifted my head and said, "I don't know, Mistress, maybe it's because I
want so badly to please you."
    
    Her voice sounded far away, she was preparing to cum for the fourth
time. "That must be it," she said, then she rewarded me with a sexy,
throaty laugh and a mouthful of her cum.
    
    "Again," Anne said, a few minutes later. But as soon as I had
positioned myself between her legs, there was a knock on the open
bedroom door. I froze. "Yes, Vanka?" Anne said.
    
    "Is noon, you will be sleeping all day?" It was a heavy accent,
Eastern European of some sort. To this day I don't know exactly where
Vanka is from.
    
    "As you can see, Vanka, we're not sleeping," Anne said. "Vanka,
this is Becky, she'll be with me from now on. Becky, Vanka is my
housekeeper."
    
    I raised up and looked toward the bedroom door. Vanka was a small
woman, in her mid-fifties at least. Dressed perfectly for a
housekeeper, she wore a gray dress with buttons up the front, a pair of
well-worn sneakers, and had a bandana tied around her head. Wisps of
blonde and gray hair stuck out around the bandana. "Hello, Vanka," I
said with a smile.
    
    "Oh ho, this one is alive!" Vanka exclaimed with a grin. "Much
better than last one. Does this one have idiot husband?"
    
    Anne chuckled. "No, Vanka, this one is all mine." She glanced at
me, then looked back at Vanka and continued. "And you're right, she is
very much alive."
    
    "She will help Vanka, or is only for bedroom?" Vanka asked. I felt
myself blushing.
    
    "She will help you after the new wears off, Vanka," Anne said. "For
now, she's only for the bedroom. She'll be preparing my meals, though,
make sure she doesn't get in your way."
    
    "No worry about that. She will obey Vanka?"
    
    "Becky, you will obey Vanka," Anne said by way of reply.
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I will obey Vanka," I said. I smiled at Vanka again.
    
    Vanka smiled back at me and said, "Pretty girl," then she winked.
"Some must work," she said, and walked away.
    
    I looked down at Anne, but she offered no further information about
Vanka. "Should I continue, Mistress?" I asked after a moment.
    
    "No, prepare my lunch," Anne said.
    
    "Yes, Mistress, what would Mistress like?"
    
    "You decide," Anne said. "If I don't like it, you get whipped.
After awhile you'll learn what I like."
    
    I did get whipped, but only a little. While I was in the kitchen,
trying to decide what Anne might want to eat, Vanka came in. "She likes
you, more than any before," Vanka said.
    
    "You couldn't prove it by the stripes and welts on my body, Vanka,"
I said.
    
    "Will get easier, don't worry," Vanka said. "You will learn." She
looked at me for a moment, then added, "Salad and iced tea, she likes
for lunch."
    
    "Thank you, Vanka," I said. She smiled and left the kitchen.
    
    I should have asked Vanka about Anne's usual salad dressing, I
found out the hard way that she hates Italian. She struck me lightly
with the whip, five times on the front of my thighs, before sending me
back to the kitchen for a new salad. She didn't strike hard enough to
mark me, but it still brought tears to my eyes. "As of now, the minimum
punishment is five strikes with the whip, and the increment is also
five," Anne told me as I waited for my punishment. "So, you'll get five
for a minor offense like screwing up my salad, ten for something more
serious, fifteen if you really make me angry, and so on. There's no
upper limit, of course."
    
    I knelt at Anne's side while she ate lunch from a TV tray. When she
finished, she said, "Return the dishes to the kitchen. You may eat the
first salad you made, assuming you weren't dumb enough to throw it
out."
    
    "I did throw it out, Mistress," I said softly.
    
    "Then you'll go hungry until dinner," Anne said. "You need to lose
a few pounds anyway, no harm done."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said as I picked up the dishes from Anne's
tray.
    
    As soon as I returned to the bedroom and knelt beside Anne, she
sent me back downstairs for the newspaper. I looked all over the house
for it, until I finally came across Vanka and asked her if she knew
where the newspaper was. "Is on front porch," she said. "You want Vanka
to get?"
    
    "No, thank you, Vanka," I said. "It's my job, I have to do it."
    
    "Pretty girl is brave, too. Good for you," Vanka said, then
returned to her cleaning.
    
    I opened the front door a crack and looked outside. The paper
wasn't on the small porch, it was in the driveway, a good five steps
beyond the front edge of the porch. Sticking my head through the door,
while at the same time trying to hide my naked body behind it, I looked
left and right. Of course, there was no one there in Anne's yard, why
would there be? But I could hear traffic on the other side of the wall,
and I feared that someone could appear at any moment. Trying to build
my courage, I told myself that this was much easier than fetching Leo's
paper from the end of his driveway, more than a quarter of a mile from
his house. Finally I stepped outside and walked to the paper. After
picking it up, I put both hands over my head and did a 360-degree
pirouette on the ball of one foot. It hurt like hell, the concrete
driveway was very rough under my bare foot. I don't know why I twirled
like that, I suppose it was to show anyone who might see me that I had
every right to be in Anne's driveway, naked, with whip marks all over
my body.
    
    Back upstairs, on my knees, I unfolded the paper and presented it
to Anne. She took it from me without a word, then separated the first
section and threw the rest of the paper on the floor beside her chair.
"I need a footstool," she said.
    
    "Yes, Anne, I'll get one," I said, hopping to my feet and looking
for a stool.
    
    In an exasperated voice, Anne said, "Idiot, you're my stool. Back
on your knees."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I whispered as I dropped back to the floor. I
knelt at right angles to Anne, but that's not what she wanted. She
repositioned me so that I was facing her. My head was touching the
front of her chair, and my elbows, my forehead, and the palms of my
hands were on the floor. Anne crossed her ankles and put her weight on
me. Her ankle rested in the crack of my ass, I could feel her heel
pressing on my sphincter.
    
    The hardest part of slavery isn't the pain, or the humiliation,
it's the waiting. Leo had trained me in the proper way to wait, and it
was one of the hardest things I had to learn. When I was with Leo, no
matter his reason for making me wait, what I was really waiting for was
my next fucking, and that made the waiting bearable. But with Anne,
there was no next fucking, I wasn't going to be fucked at all, so
waiting became an act of pure obedience.
    
    I did Ok for the first half hour. While Anne leisurely read her
paper, I ignored the itches at various places on my body, itches I
always get when I'm supposed to be still, itches that Leo claimed were
psychological, my brain trying to force my body to disobey. I tried to
occupy my mind, but all of my thoughts kept coming back to sex, so then
I tried to blank my mind, but that didn't work either. I tried moving,
in little ways that I thought Anne wouldn't notice. I flexed my fingers
and curled my toes. For a while I tried to see how long I could go
without blinking my eyes.

    Anne, of course, was free to move as much as she wished. She had
uncrossed and re-crossed her ankles several times. For a little while
the soles of her feet rested on my pelvis and she massaged the cheeks
of my butt by curling her toes. I liked that, it even turned me on a
little. But then, when she went back to resting her crossed ankles in
the crack of my ass, I started feeling a sharp pain from the pressure
on my tail bone. I tried to slowly tilt my hips, just enough to relieve
the pain. "Stop squirming," Anne said.
    
    "I'm sorry, Mistress," I said. "Your heel is pressing on my
tailbone, Mistress, it's very painful."
    
    "And why does that concern me?" Anne asked. It was one of those
questions that had no good answer, so I kept silent. After a moment,
Anne said, "If you move or speak again before I finish the paper, we'll
go down to the white room, and I'll show you some serious pain." She
then ground her heel into my tailbone, but after a few seconds she
shifted to a different position that wasn't painful for me. I wanted to
thank her, because I really was grateful that she had moved her feet
and eased my pain, but I had been forbidden to speak.
    
    Some time later, Anne dropped the newspaper section she had been
reading, then put her feet on the floor on either side of me.
"Straighten up and look at me," she said. I did as she said, then we
looked at one another silently for a few moments. Anne's gaze ranged
over the front of my body. "Go stand in front of the mirror," she said.
She remained in her chair and watched me as I walked to the full-length
mirror.
    
    I could see myself in the mirror, and I could also see Anne sitting
behind me. I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do, I looked at her in
the mirror. "Don't look at me, look at yourself," she said. Then, a
minute later, she said, "Spread your legs a little, and raise your
arms." After spreading my legs, I raised my arms straight out, parallel
to the floor. "Not that much," she said, "lower your arms until they're
at a forty-five degree angle."
    
    When I was posed as Anne wanted, she looked at me for another few
moments, then she rose from her chair and walked up behind me until our
bodies were touching. I could feel her breasts pressing lightly against
my back, then she pushed her hips forward until I felt her mold herself
to my buttocks. Reaching under my arms, she cupped my breasts in her
hands and rested her chin on my left shoulder. "Do you like this?" she
asked in a whisper.
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said softly.
    
    Anne began rubbing my nipples with her index fingers. "So do I, I'm
very attracted to you," she whispered. I tried not to smile, but
without success. I was afraid my emotional outburst would anger Anne,
but if it did she didn't let on. She continued rubbing my nipples for
another minute, then asked, "If you could do a few simple things that
would make you even more desirable to me, would you?"
    
    In a heartbeat, I thought, but I was worried where she was leading
me. "Yes, Mistress, if I could," I said. "What do you want me to do?"
    
    "We'll start with something easy," Anne said. Her fingers stopped
moving, then she began to slide her hands down the front of my body,
lightly caressing me. Within a few seconds, I became incredibly
aroused. Oh, God, I thought, if she touches my clit I'm done for.
    
    Anne's fingers reached my belly, just below my navel. My skin was
incredibly sensitive to her touch. I started trembling, and that made
her smile. "You're so responsive to me," she said, "I love watching the
effect I have on you, Becky." As her fingers continued moving downward,
she added, "But I hate having to hold back. I'm going to teach you to
control your arousal, so I'll be able to play with you like this for
hours at a time, and you won't have to worry about being disobedient...
Don't you want your Mistress to enjoy your body for as long as she
wishes, Becky, without worrying about you being a disobedient slave?"
    
    Her fingers were caressing my outer labia. I was almost afraid to
breathe, anything could have pushed me over the edge. "Yes, Mistress,"
I finally managed to whisper, "I want you to be able to do anything you
wish with my body, I don't want to disobey you ever."
    
    Anne's fingers stopped moving. She said, "I know you don't, Becky.
Don't worry, I'll teach you perfect obedience, no matter what it takes.
But learning to control your orgasms is one of the big changes we'll
make in you, it's a long term goal. For now, let's start with a small,
inconsequential change. It's something you can begin doing right now,
and it will make you more attractive to me. Would you like to know what
that is?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I'll do anything," I said.
    
    Anne kissed me on the side of my neck. "I know you will," she
whispered. She slowly moved her hands back up my body, stopping at my
stomach. "I want you to suck in your stomach, Becky," She said. I
tightened my muscles and tried to make my stomach as flat as possible.
"More," Anne said, and I strained to obey. "A little more," she said. I
thought I was at my limits, but then I managed to tighten my stomach
muscles a bit more.
    
    "Hold it right there," Anne said. She dropped her hands to my
sides, resting her palms on my hips. "Look at yourself," she said.
"Look how much more attractive your stomach and belly are. Look at the
hollow below your ribcage. I want you to look like that all the time,
Becky, you're beautiful like that."
    
    She was right, I did look good, but I could barely breathe. I
didn't think it was possible to keep my muscles that tense for more
than a few minutes. Anne took a step back, then walked around in front
of me. She ran her hand over my tight, flat stomach, then turned her
palm up and traced the hollow under my breastbone with her fingertips.
Pulling her eyes away from my stomach, she looked into my eyes and
smiled. "So beautiful. But this is only one step, we're going to take
other steps, and those will add to the effect. Would you like to know
what they are?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said softly.
    
    Anne said, "Now that you're under control full time, and not just
on weekends, I'm going to help you lose another ten pounds over the
next few weeks. I'm also going to guide you through a hard workout
every day, your first one will start in a few minutes. And, in addition
to aerobics, I'm going to show you how to do strength training
exercises, concentrating on your abs, your obliques, and your pecs. How
does that sound?"
    
    What could I say? "Whatever Mistress wishes."
    
    Anne put the palm of her hand against my stomach again. "You're
beginning to relax your muscles, Becky."
    
    "I don't know how I'll be able to do this, Mistress," I whispered
as I quickly tightened my muscles. I was sure that would anger Anne,
but it didn't.
    
    "I know you'll find a way, Becky," she said. "Would you like me to
show you something that can help you?""
    
    I was sure that she was talking about my whip, but there was no way
to say No. "Yes, Mistress," I said softly.
    
    My eyes must have betrayed my fear. Anne put the palm of her hand
against the side of my face. "Silly, girl, I'm not talking about the
whip." She paused long enough for me to feel relief, then she added, "I
have better things to do than watch you constantly, making sure you
control your stomach muscles. Don't move, I'll be right back." She
walked out of the bedroom, saying, "And don't relax your stomach," as
she turned toward the stairs.
    
    Anne returned a minute later, holding a small cardboard box. She
put the box on a nearby table and removed its cover. "Come over here,"
she said to me, "let's get this on you, and then I'll show you how it
works." She held up a thin chain, seemingly made of flexible plastic.
But it was more than a chain, it had two small modules attached, one in
the center and one at one end of the chain. Hanging from each module
were two wires, and at the end of each wire was a small metal button.

    Wrapping the chain around my waist, Anne fed its loose end into a
slot in the module at the opposite end, making a belt. "You've relaxed
again," she said, "tighten your stomach muscles as much as you can." I
didn't realize I had relaxed, I tried to suck in my gut as much as
possible, even though I was beginning to feel the strain in my muscles.
    
    I felt one of the belt's modules pressing into the small of my
back.  The other one, that functioned as the belt's buckle, was pushing
on the center of my stomach, just above my navel. Brushing against my
pussy and my ass were the four buttons, two in front and two in back,
dangling from their wires.
    
    Anne reached back into the cardboard box and produced what looked
like a small, square, first-aid bandage. "These are called electrodes,"
she said. She peeled the paper backing off of the electrode, and then
pressed it firmly against my skin, just above and to the left of my
vulva. Then she repeated the operation with a second electrode,
locating it on the opposite side of my pussy. Moving behind me, she
attached two more electrodes to the upper part of my buttocks, on each
side of the rear module of my belt. Finally, she attached one of the
wires to each electrodes, snapping the wire's button over a small post
at the center of the electrode.
    
    "All we need now is the battery pack,"" Anne said. "You can relax
your muscles now, Becky."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said. What a relief it was for my tired,
strained stomach muscles, even though I felt the belt and its two
modules digging into my flesh as I relaxed.
    
    Anne took the battery pack out of the box, then plugged it into the
module in the small of my back. I heard a high-pitched whine, then I
felt the most unpleasant sensation I had ever experienced. It's hard
for me to describe what it felt like. It hurt a lot, but that wasn't
the worst of it. The worst was, it just felt wrong and unnatural.
Electricity was flowing throughout my lower torso, making my legs want
to fold under me. I could feel my muscles twitching, including my
sphincter muscles, and I worried I might lose control of my bowels.
There was a tingling, burning sensation in my pussy.
    
    I didn't know what to do. I reached out with both hands and grasped
the edge of the table so I wouldn't fall to my knees. "Look at me,
Becky," Anne said. I heard what she said, but I couldn't respond. She
put a hand to the side of my face and turned my head toward her.
"Tighten your stomach muscles, and it will stop," she said.
    
    It took me a long time to understand what she meant, then it
finally sunk in. I tightened my muscles as Anne said, and the awful
sensations stopped. Anne grinned at me. "Isn't it wonderful?" she said.
"I had it made a few years ago for another slave. It only took her a
month with this belt, and then she was able to control her abdominal
muscles perfectly, even while she was sleeping." She looked at me,
waiting for a response, but I didn't know what to say that wouldn't
make her angry. "I asked you a question," she finally said, "isn't it
wonderful?"
    
    I could only take very shallow breaths. I whispered, "No, Mistress,
it's horrible. It's inhuman, you can't treat a person like this."
    
    Anne laughed. "I couldn't treat a person like this, Becky," she
said. "But you're not a person, you're a slave, you have no rights.
I'll treat you any way I choose, and I want to hear you tell me that
you understand that."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said. "I understand that I have no rights,
you can treat me any way you choose, Mistress." It was very difficult
for me to breathe, let alone speak. I had shocked myself twice more
while Anne was reminding me that I had no rights.

    "And, because you spoke disrespectfully to your Mistress," Anne
said, "you've earned ten stripes. You'll be punished as soon as you
finish your exercises."
    
    "Yes, Mistress." At that moment I didn't care about the ten
stripes, I was afraid that I would soon be receiving continuous shocks
from the belt around my waist, because I couldn't hold them off much
longer.
    
    "You need to calm down, Becky," Anne said, patting me on my cheek.
"I'll loosen the belt in a minute, then you won't have to strain so
hard. Gradually, over the next few weeks, you'll work your way back to
where you are now. But first, I want to see you walk around the room
for a little while. When you can walk to the door and back three times
without shocking yourself, I'll loosen the belt."
    
    I did what she wanted, what choice did I have? For the next few
minutes Anne had me walk around the room, then to the bedroom door and
back to her. I didn't shock myself any more, I would have strained
every muscle in my body to avoid that awful feeling. "Excellent," Anne
said. She immediately loosened my belt, as she promised she would.
    
    "You have to learn to trust me, Becky," Anne said. "I'm not going
to ask more of you than you are capable of, although I will challenge
you frequently to achieve more than you think you can." She took me in
her arms and held me until I was breathing normally. "A month from
now," she said, "you'll thank me for making you do what you could have
done for yourself all along, but never would have. You'll be well on
your way to having the beautiful body you've always dreamed of."
    
    "Truly, Mistress?" I asked.
    
    "Truly, Becky," Anne said. She looked into my eyes and smiled. "And
who will that beautiful body belong to, Becky?"
    
    "To you, Anne," I said. "My body is yours."
    
    Anne said, "That's right, Becky, mine to use as I wish. Now let's
go and start your exercise program, shall we?"
    
    "Please, Mistress Anne, I'd like that," I said. She surprised me by
kissing me on the cheek. Then, after separating herself from me, she
surprised me again by holding out her hand. I put my left hand in hers,
and my Mistress led me out of the bedroom.
    
    As Anne and I walked hand in hand down the hallway toward the
stairs, I got another shock. The shock convulsed my whole body, and
Anne felt the jerk in my hand. She stopped and turned to me. Taking my
other hand in hers, she asked, "Becky do you want to improve yourself
for me, or not?"

    "I do, Anne," I said. "I want to be as beautiful as possible for
you. I just forgot and relaxed for a moment, I'm sorry."
    
    "The belt is barely tight around your waist, Becky," Anne said.
"You can hold that much tension in your abdominal muscles all day
without becoming tired. It's not a matter of your muscles becoming too
fatigued to prevent the shocks, it's simply a matter of you
concentrating on what you're doing." Looking down at the whip in my
right hand, she added, "It's really no different than remembering to
take your whip with you everywhere we go, and you seem finally to have
mastered that requirement. I know you will master this too, just pay
attention to what you're doing."
    
    "Yes, Mistress, you're right," I said, "it's no different than
remembering my whip. Thank you, Mistress." We proceeded down the
stairs, Anne still holding my hand.
    
    Anne's workout room was directly across the hallway from the white
room. It was a small room, longer than it was wide, about the size of a
small bedroom. At one end was an elliptical training machine, identical
to the one in Leo's basement. At the other end was a device I had never
seen before. It consisted of a bench, set in front of a stand that
contained a group of long, black, vertical rods, and some cables
attached to stirrup-like handles through a pair of pulleys. In the
center of the room, between the two devices, was a thick black mat.
    
    "Leo said he's showed you how to use the elliptical trainer," Anne
said. I agreed. "Start your warmup," she said, "I'll be back in a few
minutes." I climbed onto the elliptical trainer and began my
five-minute warmup.
    
    I was nearly finished with my stretches when Anne returned. "I
brought your workout bra from Leo's," she said. "It's in the front seat
of the car, go and get it."
    
    "Yes, Anne," I said. I went to the laundry room, then into the cold
garage. Returning with the bra, I dropped to my knees before Anne.
    
    "Get up and put the bra on," she said. "The only times your breasts
will be covered is when I have to take you out in public, or when you
exercise."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said as I put on the bra. Then, climbing back
onto the trainer, I did my usual hard 45-minute workout.
    
    Anne sat on the bench and watched me intently the whole time I
worked out. It made me self-conscious to have her watching me. I tried
smiling at her several times, but her expression remained neutral. As I
began my post-exercise stretches, Anne said, "Take off the bra as soon
as your exercise is finished, you don't need it to stretch."
    
    "Yes, Anne," I said, quickly removing the bra. I resumed my
stretching, Anne still watching. "Was my workout satisfactory,
Mistress?" I asked. "Is there anything I should be doing differently?"
    
    Anne stood and walked over to me. "Don't fish for compliments," she
said. "If you had done anything wrong, I would have corrected you with
the whip."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said. "Honestly, Mistress, I wasn't fishing for
compliments, I really want to know if there's anything I can improve,
or anything you would like me to change."
    
    Anne gave me a look that told me I should shut up. When I finished
my stretching, I stood and waited, my eyes lowered. "You're covered
with sweat," Anne said. She rubbed her fingers across the upper part of
my breasts, then showed me the sheen on her fingers. Then she bent
forward and licked my right nipple.
    
    Straightening up, Anne smiled at me. "I find it hard to concentrate
when I look at you, Becky," she said. "It's very hard for me to think
about anything except your talented hands and mouth on my body.
    
    "I'm glad, Mistress," I said. I was trying very hard not to grin.
    
    Anne gave me a look of mock disapproval. "Oh, you are, are you?"
she said. "Are you saying that you enjoy driving your Mistress to
distraction?"
    
    "I'm happy that I'm able to please you, Mistress," I said softly.
"It means a lot that you like the way I... worship your body,
Mistress."
    
    Anne seemed genuinely surprised. "Why, that's excellent, Becky,"
she said. "I challenged you to find a better expression than 'making
love,' and you did it. I'm very pleased, Becky, would you like to
worship my body right now?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, very much," I said.
    
    Anne walked back to the other end of the room and sat down on the
end of the bench. She leaned back until she was lying flat, then spread
her legs wide. "Make it a fast one, you still need to do your strength
training exercises," she said.
    
    I knelt at the end of the bench. "Yes, Mistress, I'll make it
fast," I said, then leaned forward to bury my face in Anne's sweet, wet
pussy. Unfortunately, just as my lips contacted hers, I let myself be
shocked again. I couldn't help jumping and letting out a yelp.
    
    "If you bite me, I'll whip you until you bleed," Anne said.
    
    It took only a few minutes for Anne to cum, then she told me to
stop and wait while she recovered. After giving her pussy one final
kiss, I sat back on my heels to wait. Just when I was beginning to
wonder if she was asleep, Anne sat up and smiled at me. "Do you know
what a strap-on is, Becky?" she asked.
    
    "I think so, Mistress, it's a dildo in a harness. It's like having
a cock, Mistress."
    
    "That's right, I'll show you how to use a strap-on tonight," she
said. "Now, let's get to your strength training. You'll be doing the
same exercises I do, except with less resistance and fewer reps, so the
simplest way for you to learn is to watch me do my exercises." Anne
went on to explain about reps and sets, and then showed how she set up
the equipment. I knelt beside the bench and watched as she went through
her routines, which took about thirty-five minutes to perform.
    
    When it was my turn, Anne removed the battery pack from my belt,
saying that she didn't want me distracted by the shocks while I was
learning to do the exercises. She stood beside me as I went through the
exercises, using the whip lightly to correct my mistakes.
    
    When I had finished my strength training workout, Anne decided that
she wanted a turn on the elliptical trainer. She reattached my battery
pack, then had me kneel in front of her and slowly caress my breasts
and nipples the whole time she exercised. As soon as she finished on
the elliptical trainer, she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to
the bench, where she had me give her two more orgasms.
    
    "I need a bath, and so do you," Anne said. She had just sat up on
the strength training bench. I was still kneeling in front of her
    
    "Yes, Mistress, we both got pretty sweaty," I said.
    
    "Slaves sweat, Becky, Mistresses perspire."
    
    "I'm sorry, Mistress, I meant no disrespect."
    
    "I was joking with you, Becky," Anne said. She looked at me for a
moment, like she was making up her mind about something. Finally, she
shrugged, then said, "I suppose we should take care of your punishment
first. Tell me what you're owed, and why."
    
    I took a deep breath. "Mistress, I am due ten stripes for speaking
disrespectfully to you."
    
    "Bring me your whip," Anne said. After I presented her with the
whip, she had me stand and turn slowly in front of her. "We're running
out of unwhipped real estate, Becky," she said. "Lie on the floor and
raise your legs in the air, I'll have to whip the insides of your
thighs."
    
    When I had positioned myself as Anne wanted me, on my back,
grasping my ankles with my hands, my legs in the air and spread wide,
she stood over me and ran the whip over the insides of my thighs. "Has
Leo ever whipped you here?" she asked.
    
    "No, Anne, but he's flogged me there lightly a few times," I
answered softly. I remembered how much even a light flogging had stung
on that very sensitive area.
    
    "Well, it's going to hurt a lot," Anne said, "so I'll allow an
emotional outburst if you feel you must. However, if you accept your
punishment in silence, I'll reward you by reducing your punishment to
six stripes, three on each thigh, understood?"
    
    "Yes, Anne, I understand," I said.
    
    "Straighten your back," Anne said, still caressing my inner thighs
with the whip. I had rolled my hips, trying to alleviate the pain
caused by the device on my belt, which was pressing into the small of
my back. I straightened my spine, accepting the pain. Soon it would be
the least of my problems.
    
    "We'll begin," she said, and struck my left thigh. The whip burned
into my flesh. It was the second worse pain I had ever felt, the worst
being the one time that Leo had struck my pussy hard with his whip. I
don't know how I managed to remain silent, but I did. Tears immediately
began running down each side of my face and into my ears. As usual, in
the seconds after the whip struck, the pain continued to increase.
    
    Through my tears I saw Anne looking down at me, smiling. "I'm very
pleased, Becky," she said. "I'll give you a minute to prepare for the
next one."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I whispered.
    
    Somehow, I got through the remainder of my punishment in silence;
but I wouldn't have been able to do it if Anne hadn't given me time to
recover between each blow. My tears were still flowing freely as she
offered me her hands and helped me to my feet. When I was standing, she
took me in her arms and held me for several minutes, until I had
stopped shaking and my breathing had returned to normal. Finally she
released me, saying, "You make me so proud and happy."
    
    "Thank you Mistress," I said. Anne handed me my whip, then put her
arm around my shoulder and led me out of the exercise room.
    
    Upstairs, in Anne's bathroom, she removed my training belt while we
waited for the tub to fill. "You could take a shower with the belt on,"
Anne said, "all I'd have to do is remove the battery pack. But it has
to come off while you're in the tub." I certainly wasn't going to
complain about a few minutes without the constant threat of being
shocked.
    
    I asked about the electrodes, which Anne had left attached to my
skin.  "They're waterproof," she said. "The adhesive will loosen in a
week or so, we'll replace them with new ones then."
    
    After I helped Anne into the tub, she told me to get in and lie
down beside her. I was lying on my left side, face to face with Anne.
Our heads rested on the foam pillow, our mouths inches apart. My
freshly-striped thighs were burning in the hot water.
    
    I wanted so badly to kiss Anne's lips, but I knew the punishment
for that would be worse than anything I had ever experienced. "This is
good practice for you," Anne said, as she toyed with my right nipple.
"I want you to be constantly tempted, and I demand that you never give
in to the temptation."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I whispered.
    
    "I'm happy that you're here with me," she said lazily. "I enjoy
having this beautiful body always available to me, to play with as I
wish." Then she squeezed and twisted my nipple to drive home her point.
    
    We silently looked at one another for several minutes, Anne running
her hand lightly over my body. Finally she said, softly, "You were
wrong when you said I would eventually send you away, Becky. I'll never
send you away. And I know you'll never be able to leave me, so you're
going to be mine forever. We're going to grow old together." Then she
leaned toward me and kissed me softly on my lips.
    
    It happened so fast, and it surprised me so completely, that I
didn't have a chance to react. Frozen, I looked silently at Anne's
face. After a moment, tears welled up in my eyes and ran down my cheek.
Anne smiled and wiped them away with her index finger. "I almost didn't
kiss you," she said. "I intended the kiss as a reward, but I was afraid
that your reaction to it would force me to punish you."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said, surprised that my voice sounded so weak
and wavering.
    
    Anne continued smiling at me. After a moment, she said, "I really
should be angry with you, Becky. You're making it very hard for me to
be the stern Mistress I want to be, and the stern Mistress you need."
    
    I didn't think she was serious about being angry, but I played it
safe and lowered my eyes. "I apologize, Mistress," I whispered. But
then, on an impulse, I said, "May I ask a question, Mistress?"
    
    "What would you like to know, Becky?" Anne said.
    
    Taking a deep breath, I asked, "If Mistress ever chooses to kiss
her slave again... is it Ok to return the kiss, or must I remain
passive?"
    
    I dared to glance up at Anne's eyes, to see if I had angered her.
She was still smiling. "That's a good question, Becky," she said. "I'm
not sure I will kiss you again. Should I decide to, I suppose it would
be acceptable for you to kiss me back, as long as you show the proper
respect."
    
    "Oh, yes, Mistress," I said, straining not to smile, "the greatest
of respect, always. Thank you, Mistress."
    
    Anne's smile changed subtly and became a wry grin. "Perhaps we
should make sure we're on the same page when we speak of respect," she
said. "Show me how you would kiss me with the proper respect."
    
    We looked at one another for another few seconds, then I leaned
forward and kissed her. It was a simple kiss, I was afraid to do any
more than that, but I tried to project my feelings of submission,
respect, and love through the kiss. After lingering on Anne's lips for
a moment, I slowly pulled back and looked into her eyes again. I held
my breath, trembling from fear and excitement. Anne smiled. "That was
very nice. Thank you, Becky," she said.
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said, able to breathe again.
    
    After another long silence, Anne said, "Well, I guess we're both
wondering where we go from here."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I whispered.
    
    "Occasional moments like the one we just shared will not result in
an easier life for you," Anne said. Then she added, "assuming you still
wish this life."
    
    I said, "I don't want an easy life, Anne, I want to serve you. I
need to be under my Mistress' control."
    
    "I think we've soaked long enough, you may bathe me now," Anne said.
    
    When I finished drying Anne's body, she told me to take a quick
shower to remove the soap residue from my body. "Unless I tell you
otherwise, you've earned the privilege of taking hot showers," she
said. Luckily, she said that as she was walking out of the bathroom, so
she didn't see the big grin that I was unable to suppress.
    
    I had just finished my shower when Anne returned. She carried a
sheet of paper, which she attached to the wall with thumbtacks. She
located the paper directly above her bathroom scales, and I guessed its
purpose before she could tell me. "Every morning, as soon as I'm
finished with you in bed, you'll use the toilet and then record your
weight on this sheet. At first, we'll just track your weight, but later
we'll use it to adjust your daily calorie intake." Anne had obviously
been serious earlier, when she said she was going to make me do what I
would never do for myself. Frankly, what she had said was right, I
would never have done it alone, and I was very pleased about her plan.
    
    After I finished drying myself, Anne put my training belt back
around my waist and reattached the electrodes and batteries. When we
were ready to leave the bathroom, she motioned for me to go first. I
automatically headed for the bed, but Anne put a hand on each of my
shoulders and gently pointed me toward the door into the hallway.
"We'll be in bed soon enough," she said, "but first there are some
additional housekeeping tasks we need to see to." I thought she was
talking about me helping Vanka with housework, but that wasn't it.
    
    After leading me into the kitchen, Anne said, "Unfortunately, you
can't live on oatmeal alone, we have to establish a diet for you.
You'll eat the same meals each day, starting with oatmeal for
breakfast. At lunch you'll have a salad, usually plain, but for special
rewards you can have your choice of fat-free dressing." Opening a
cupboard in the kitchen, she said, "And this will be your dinner."
    
    I almost laughed when I looked at what was in the cupboard. It was
a large bag, like an economy-sized bag of dog food. Only it wasn't dog
food, the label on the bag said Slave Chow. "Where do you get this,
Mistress?" I asked.
    
    "You can buy it from several places on the Internet," Anne said.
"It's nutritionally balanced, and it has almost no taste at all, it's
perfect slave food." She opened the bag and showed me the contents. It
looked like dry dog or cat food.
    
    "So now you know what to eat at each meal," Anne said. "In
addition, you'll take a multivitamin capsule each day, and drink plenty
of water. I want you to stay healthy, Becky. A sick slave is of no use
to me, and I make a lousy nurse." I had no trouble believing that last
part.
    
    The Slave Chow didn't look at all appetizing, but I hadn't eaten
all day, and I was very hungry. "May I try some now, please Mistress?"
I asked.
    
    "Not until you've prepared my dinner," Anne said, "but you may eat
at the same time as I do."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress," I said, "is there anything in particular
you'd like for dinner?"
    
    "I'll show you how to make one of my favorite meals, would you like
that?" Anne asked.
    
    "Yes, Mistress, please," I said. I saw Anne's offer as a way to
learn more about her food preferences, which might help me to avoid
future whippings. But as I prepared dinner under Anne's direction, she
began showing me a side of her I hadn't seen before.
    
    As I worked in the kitchen, Anne stayed right beside me, frequently
touching me with her hands or brushing against me, talking to me, and
occasionally telling me a joke or teasing me gently. Contrary to her
claim that she was never going to do anything for herself that I could
do for her, she actually helped out from time to time, fetching
utensils or items of food for me rather than telling me to do it
myself.
    
    As the meal began to come together, I noticed that there was a lot
of it. "This is a lot of food, Mistress," I said, "you must be very
hungry."
    
    "Yes, I am," Anne said, as she moved behind me and pressed her body
against mine. I stopped what I was doing and remained still, relishing
the feel of her body against mine. Anne reached both arms around my
waist, just above my training belt, and hugged me. With her lips at my
ear, she whispered, "Becky, can you imagine what it's like to want
something all of your life, and then finally to have it?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I can," I said, "but I didn't know what I wanted
until I found it."
    
    Anne took my earlobe into her mouth and bit it gently. Then she
asked, "Are we talking about the same thing?"
    
    "I hope we're both talking about you owning me, Mistress," I
answered.
    
    Anne kissed me on the back of my neck, then removed her arms from
around my waist. Patting me on my ass, she said softly, "I don't own
you, yet. Get back to work, slave."
    
    When dinner was ready, I set the table, plated the food, and poured
a glass of wine for Anne. I held her chair as she sat, then I asked,
"May I have my Slave Chow now, Mistress?" Preparing Anne's dinner had
made me even hungrier than I was, my stomach was rumbling almost
continuously.
    
    "No, you'll start your diet tomorrow," Anne said. At first I though
she meant I couldn't have any dinner, but then she said, pointing at
the chair to her right, "Move that chair over here next to me."
    
    I moved the chair as Anne directed, then she told me to kneel in
the chair. "We'll share my meal, to celebrate your first day as my
slave," she said. "You'll feed me a bite of food, then you'll have one
for yourself." She looked at me with a grin, and added, "Unless you'd
rather have the chow."
    
    I said, "Oh, no, Mistress, I'd rather eat with you," failing to
hold back a grin of my own. Anne didn't seem to mind, and as soon as I
was positioned on my knees in the chair she asked for a sip of wine.
    
    So that's how we ate. I would feed Anne a forkful of food, then
have the same for myself. Anne simply sat and ate what I gave her, or
else told me she wanted something other than what I had put on the
fork. She even let me have a few sips of her wine. While we ate, she
explored my body with her right hand.
    
    "I like being fed by my slave," Anne said, when dinner was
finished. "We'll try it again soon, and see how it goes when you're not
sharing the meal."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said. I had enjoyed it, too. I liked all of it,
the food, Anne's hand roaming over my body, and the feeling of service
and submission to my Mistress as I fed her.
    
    After dinner, I walked behind Anne to the living room, carrying a
glass of wine. When she was seated on the couch, I placed the wine on
the table at the end of the couch, then returned to clean the dining
room and kitchen.
    
    "I missed you," Anne said with a smile when I returned to the
living room. As soon as I was on my knees at her feet, she sent me to
refill her wine glass. 
    
    When I returned with the wine, I again knelt and presented it to
Anne. She gave me the first sip, then took the glass from me and had a
sip for herself. "How was your first day?" she asked.
    
    I wanted to say, "Wonderful," but I was afraid that would sound too
emotional. "Very satisfying, Mistress," I said.
    
    "That's a peculiar choice of words, considering that you obviously
haven't been satisfied in the way I know you would like."
    
    "I'm sorry, Anne, I only meant that I enjoy serving you in any way
you'll let me."
    
    "And what about the belt, do you still hate it? Are you still
letting yourself be shocked?"
    
    "I apologize for the way I reacted when you first put the belt on
me, Mistress," I said. "I understand that I am your slave, to do with
as you please. I don't hate the belt, Mistress, it's going to help me
improve my body so that I'll be more attractive for you, and I want
that very much. I've shocked myself twice since our bath, Mistress."
    
    "We'll remove the belt at bedtime, and replace it right after you
weigh yourself tomorrow morning," Anne said. "Your goal each day is no
shocks for the whole day. If you achieve that goal, you'll be rewarded;
and if you fail, you'll be punished."
    
    "Thank you, Mistress, I will achieve the goal," I said, having
learned that responses like, "I'll try," or "I'll do my best," were
unacceptable.
    
    We made small talk while Anne sipped her wine. Actually, it would
be more accurate to say that I listened to Anne talk and answered her
occasional questions. Finally she said, "I enjoy sex with women, Becky,
but I also enjoy being penetrated. You can understand that, can't you?"
Anne's cruel streak apparently couldn't be suppressed for long.
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I answered.
    
    "Tonight, you're going to begin learning how to use a strap-on
dildo," Anne said. She stood up and started walking to the hall door.
Her back to me, she said, "Finish the wine, then take the wine glass
back to the kitchen and come upstairs." Hopping to my feet, I drank the
last swallow of wine in the glass, then headed for the kitchen.
    
    As soon as I entered the bedroom, Anne said, "Come over here, I'll
show you how to get into this harness." As I walked to the dresser
where she kept her equipment, Anne held the harness up in front of me
so I could see how it was supposed to look on my body. When she began
to put it on me, Anne immediately determined that the harness wouldn't
fit properly around my waist while I was wearing the training belt, so
she removed the belt.
    
    After adjusting the straps to her satisfaction, Anne handed me a
thick dildo, then watched while I inserted it. There was only one penis
that I was intimately familiar with, and I recognized the dildo as a
close copy of Leo's cock. Anne handed me a tube of lubricating jelly,
then watched as I applied it to the dildo.
    
    "On the bed, on your back," Anne said. "First, I need to get off;
after that, I'll show you the proper techniques for front and rear
entry." Being careful not to drag the dildo over the sheets, I crawled
onto the bed and laid down on my back. "This will be a rare treat for
you," Anne said as she straddled my hips, "just lie there and look at
your Mistress while she fucks you."
    
    Anne impaled herself on my dildo and began fucking it. I was
immediately reminded of the scene I had witnessed only a few days
earlier, on my knees beside Leo's bed, while Anne rode his cock to a
series of massive orgasms. And now I was in Leo's place, except that I
wasn't receiving any physical pleasure from the act, and I knew that
was adding even more to Anne's pleasure.
    
    At first I lay still, arms spread on the bed beside her legs,
looking up at Anne. She was leaning back, supporting herself with her
hands behind her back on my thighs, and riding the dildo slowly. But
soon I was thoroughly turned on from watching her, especially the look
on her face as she approached her third orgasm. Finally I couldn't
remain passive, I slowly raised my hands and rested them lightly on
Anne's thighs, waiting for a sign. A few moments after she came, she
said, "Good, I was wondering if you would try to participate." She
looked down at me for a moment, then smiled. "Play with your breasts, I
like to watch that."
    
    I began squeezing my breasts, then rubbing and squeezing my
nipples. After a few moments, Anne leaned forward. She placed her palms
on my belly and began moving up my stomach. Reaching my breasts, her
hands contacted mine. "You do mine, and I'll do yours," she said. I
lifted my hands from my breasts, and Anne immediately replaced them
with hers, then squeezed my nipples hard.
    
    Reaching up with my hands, I cupped Anne's breasts. It was an
awkward angle for me, I was more used to caressing her breasts while my
face was buried in her pussy. "What would you like, Mistress?" I asked.
"Should I do for you what you're doing to me?"
    
    She grinned down at me. "Certainly not," she said, "I'll give you
pain, and you'll give me pleasure." To emphasize her point, she
squeezed my nipples so hard that I couldn't hold back a moan.
"Silence," Anne said. I began lightly brushing her nipples with the
tips of my fingers. "Nice, I like that," Anne said, squeezing me even
harder, continuing all the time to work the dildo in and out of her
pussy.
    
    I was in such pain that my eyes were filled with tears. I did my
best to continue caressing Anne's nipples and breasts, but I was doing
a poor job of it. She came one final time, then stopped moving and
relaxed the pressure of her fingers on my nipples. Leaning forward
until her face was over mine, she asked, "Would you like to kiss me
now?"
    
    I felt Anne's full weight pressing down on me through her hands on
my breasts. "Yes, Mistress, very much," I whispered.
    
    "Do you really think you earned a kiss?" she asked. "I was very
dissatisfied with your performance just now, why didn't you caress my
breasts in the way you know I like?"
    
    I wasn't going to get a kiss. "I apologize, Mistress," I said,
truly sorry that I had displeased her. "I wasn't used to being below
you, Mistress, and I let the pain interfere with my duty to please you.
I'm very sorry, Anne, I don't deserve a kiss, I deserve punishment."
    
    "No, you don't deserve a kiss," Anne said. Then she smiled. "But
I'm feeling generous tonight." She slowly lowered her face toward mine.
Our lips were a nearly touching when she stopped. "Do I need to warn
you of the consequences if you cum without my permission?" she asked.
    
    "No, Mistress, I won't cum without permission," I whispered.
    
    Anne put her lips on mine. At first neither of us moved, but then
Anne shifted the position of her mouth slightly, grasping my lower lip
between hers. Then she shifted again and grasped my upper lip. Taking a
chance, I did the same as she was doing, and then we were really
kissing. After a few moments, I felt Anne's tongue on my lips, probing
and pushing. I opened my mouth to let her in, our tongues touched and
probed one another, and then it was over. She pulled away from me. I
opened my eyes and looked at her smiling face. "Mistress," I said, but
I didn't know what else to add.
    
    "Yes?" Anne said.
    
    "I don't know, Mistress," I said, searching for words. "I don't
know what to say. I'm yours, Mistress, body and soul. I want to be your
slave forever, Anne."
    
    "And so you shall be," Anne said. Still smiling, she straightened
her body, then swung her leg over me, letting my dildo slide out of her
pussy. "Come over to the dresser," she said as she climbed off of the
bed.
    
    I followed Anne to the dresser where she kept her equipment. "You
were correct, Becky, you do deserve punishment for failing to please
me. Put these on." she handed me two nipple clips. Unlike the clips I
usually wore, these had serrated jaws that squeezed the base of my
nipples. They began hurting as soon as I attached them. "Hang one of
these on each clip," Anne said, handing me two small spherical weights.
Each weight had a small chain attached, which I hooked to each nipple
clip. The pain was severe. Anne said, "You'll wear them until bedtime,
so that you'll remember that nothing is more important than my
pleasure. Now let's get to your dildo training."
    
    I followed Anne back to the bed. At each step, the bouncing of my
breasts caused additional pain in my nipples. Anne stood at the foot of
the bed, where I usually slept on the floor, and leaned back against
the bed. After I reapplied lubricant the dildo, she had me kneel and
kiss her pussy, then stand up again. Over and over, I placed the dildo
against Anne's labia, and then slowly and carefully pressed forward
until it began slipping into her vagina. "Since you have no feeling in
your dick," Anne said, "you need to pay attention to the direction it's
moving, so you won't be poking it against my vaginal walls."
    
    When she was satisfied with my front entry technique, Anne turned
around and bent over the bed, and we started all over again developing
the proper rear entry technique. Each move I made made the weights
swing, causing agonizing pain in my nipples, but I knew that things
would only get worse if I let the pain show or let it affect my
performance. Nevertheless, I was unable to stop the tears that
periodically ran down my cheeks.
    
    A few minutes after we began the rear entry lessons, Anne
interrupted her instructions. "Considering our current positions,
Becky," she said, "you may be wondering if you will ever have the
opportunity to penetrate me anally." I had wondered about that, but I
had decided that the answer was likely No. Confirming my assumption,
Anne said, "I tried that once, long ago, with Leo. Unlike you, I hated
it, so we'll never be doing that."
    
    Taking a chance, I said, "Leo has a large penis, Mistress. If we
used a smaller dildo, Mistress might enjoy the experience."
    
    Anne was silent for a long time, time enough for me to regret
speaking. Finally, she said, "Perhaps you're right, I'll think about
it." Then she added, "You really enjoy it, don't you?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I really do," I answered.
    
    "I'll think about it," she repeated. A minute later, she said, "The
lesson is over, Becky. I can hear the pain in your voice, you may
remove the clips now."
    
    "Thank you, Anne," I said. I carefully removed the dildo from
Anne's pussy, then stepped back and released my nipple clips.
    
    Anne turned and held out her hand, palm up. I dropped the clips and
weights into her palm. "What have you learned?" she asked.
    
    "Nothing is more important than your pleasure, Mistress. No matter
what, I must always perform to my Mistress' satisfaction."
    
    Anne walked over to the dresser, dropped the clips into the
equipment drawer, then returned to me. "Take the harness off, it's my
turn," she said.
    
    My heart leapt into my throat. But then reality kicked in, and I
knew there was no way Anne was going to fuck me with the dildo. But
then I swung the other way: remembering that she had, after all, kissed
me and allowed me to kiss her twice, maybe there was a chance. My hands
were trembling as I removed the harness and put it on Anne.
    
    Anne was standing in front of me, her dildo pointed at my pussy.
"Do you want it?" she asked.
    
    "Yes, Mistress, very much," I whispered.
    
    Anne turned and walked to her favorite chair. She sat down at the
front edge of the chair, her legs spread wide. "Suck it," she said.
    
    I walked over to the chair and knelt in front of Anne. She smiled
at me. "When I entertain," she said, "my guests expect sexual services
from my slave. Since I won't allow you to be penetrated, you'll only
have your mouth to service my guests. So I want you to show me that you
won't embarrass me, show me that you're a good cock sucker." As I bent
down to take the dildo into my mouth, tears again rolled down my
cheeks.
    
    "Show some enthusiasm, Becky," Anne said a few minutes later, "or
I'll send you to fetch your whip." I tried to comply with her command,
but Anne still wasn't satisfied. "Don't just work faster," she said. "A
man doesn't want a quick blow-job, he wants a good one." Then she
laughed. "Well, sometimes they do want it fast; and if that's what they
want, that's what you'll give them. But otherwise, I expect that anyone
who is serviced by my slave will remember it as the best sex they ever
had." A moment later she added, "If it will help, pretend it's Leo's
cock you're sucking."
    
    I'd already tried that, but it hadn't helped. If I really had been
sucking Leo's cock, there would have been plenty of enthusiasm, but I
wasn't any more into sucking Anne's dildo than the dildo was.
Nevertheless, I redoubled my efforts, telling myself that I was getting
paid to do this so I should do it to the best of my abilities. I also
didn't want to be whipped again.
    
    Later, it seemed like a long time later, Anne put her hands to the
side of my face and forcibly pumped my head up and down about a dozen
times, pushing me down so far that I had to swallow the dildo on each
stroke. Finally, she released my head and said, "That's enough for now,
you may remove the harness." I straightened, letting the dildo slide
through my lips. Anne put her foot to my chest, between my breasts, and
pushed. I shuffled back on my knees, and she stood up in front of me.
    
    "That was totally unacceptable," Anne said as I removed her
harness. "We're going to do this every day until I'm satisfied with
your performance, I won't have you embarrassing me in front of my
friends."
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry," I said.
    
    "From now on, I'll be holding your whip while you practice, and you
really will be sorry if you turn in another pathetic performance like
this."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said. I stood in front of Anne, holding the
harness in my hand.
    
    "We'll speak no more of it tonight," she said, "give me the dildo."
She held out her hand, and I handed the harness to her. "Just the
dildo," Anne said, exasperation in her voice. I quickly removed the
dildo from its harness and handed it to her.
    
    Anne took the dildo from me. Looking into my eyes, she ran the
dildo up and down my pussy, pressing it against me. I couldn't hold
back a moan, but that only made her smile. "Four months from now," she
said, "you'll be able to endure this for hours. Aren't you looking
forward to that?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I lied, understanding clearly for the first time
that my life with Anne was going to be daily torment - the torture of
pain alternating with the frustration of pleasure without relief.
    
    Anne took the dildo away. "Fill the tub for my bath," she said. I
turned and headed for the bathroom, but as I got to the door she said,
"Wait. How would you like a mild flogging of your breasts first?"
    
    I stopped and turned to face Anne. "Whatever Mistress wishes," I
said, surprised by the weakness in my voice.
    
    "Mistress wishes," she said, heading for the hall door.
    
    As I followed Anne down the hall toward the stairs, she looked back
over her shoulder. "This is not punishment, Becky," she said, "although
you do deserve punishment for your performance with the dildo. No, this
is strictly for your education, I want to make sure you understand
that."
    
    "I understand, Mistress," I said, but I really didn't understand.
Anne had told me she would be flogging my breasts because she envied
them, but I didn't think it would start this soon, and I didn't
understand what she meant about my education. I didn't think it was a
good time to ask what she meant, but I made a mental note to ask later,
when I could catch her in a good mood.
    
    In the white room, Anne had me stand with my hands raised high over
my head. She slowly caressed each of my breasts, then kissed me
tenderly on each of my nipples. "This will be slow, Becky, but I don't
think you'll find it too difficult," she said, then smiled. "I'll flog
you until I see the effect I'm looking for, then we'll pause for
awhile. And then we'll repeat the cycle until I tell you we're
finished. Understand?"
    
    "Mistress, I don't understand what you mean about flogging me until
you see the effect you're looking for," I said.
    
    Anne smiled again, then shook her head. "That would be telling,"
she said, then she turned and walked to the end of the room where her
equipment was kept.
    
    As Anne walked back toward me, my eyes were on the flogger in her
right hand. I'd never seen that particular kind before, either at
Anne's or Leo's. It's thongs were long, white, and very limp - they
waved loosely, back and forth in unison, as Anne walked.

    Anne noticed me looking at the flogger. Stopping in front of me,
she caressed my breasts with the thongs, dragging them slowly upward
over my left breast, then my right. Unlike the floggers I was used to,
which had stiff, scratchy, leather thongs, this one felt very soft and
cool on my skin. Anne smiled. "This isn't going to be anything like you
expected," she said, then she began the flogging.
    
    Anne was right, it wasn't anything like I'd expected. There was
pain, but it was due mostly to my sore nipples and the the still-tender
whip marks that covered my breasts. After a few minutes, I was able to
tune out the pain and concentrate on the pleasure, and soon after that
I began to get excited.
    
    My attention turned inward. I wanted to enjoy the pleasure my
Mistress was allowing me, but I knew there would be dire consequences
if I gave into that pleasure. I don't know how long it lasted, but
Anne's laughter pulled me back. "You're getting hot," she said, "I can
see how wet you are."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I whispered. I didn't want her to stop.
    
    "Did Leo ever flog your breasts?" Anne asked. I nodded. "But not
like this, right?" she pressed.
    
    "Leo liked to tie my breasts tightly and flog them hard, Mistress,"
I said.
    
    Anne continued to flog me. After a few moments, she said, "Yes,
most men don't understand women's breasts at all. They think our
breasts are something stuck onto us, like attachments, put there for
them to play with.
    
    "But we know different, don't we?" she continued. I nodded in
agreement. "I know what your breasts mean to you, Becky. I'm going to
make your breasts beautiful, and then I'm going to use them to control
you."
    
    She stopped talking for another few moments, and it seemed to me
that she was thinking of what to say next. I suspected that she was
debating with herself how much she wanted to tell me. Finally, she
said, "With rare exceptions, you will be flogged like this every
evening. It will help you learn to accept pleasure without giving in to
it. You know better than to give in now, don't you Becky?"
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I know better." I said.
    
    "Just to make sure you understand," Anne said, "if you ever cum
during these training sessions, we'll trade the flogger for a whip,
apply your favorite cream to your breasts, and then continue for a
long, long time. I hope you agree that an orgasm isn't worth the pain
that would follow."
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I agree."
    
    "Good," Anne said, smiling at me. "I can tell that you're reaching
your limits, so we'll stop now, I wouldn't want you to fail on your
first lesson." She stopped flogging me, then walked to the other end of
the room and put away the flogger.
    
    Returning to where I stood, Anne stopped in front of me. She
lightly ran her finger tips over my nipples, and smiled as I shuddered.
"Put your arms down," she said, "then kiss my nipples and thank me for
the pleasure you've received."
    
    I did as she commanded. Anne then stepped closer, until our breasts
were touching. "Kiss me," she said. I began to raise my hands, to touch
her or to put my arms around her, I'm not sure which. But then I
changed my mind, dropped my arms to my sides, leaned forward and kissed
Anne on her lips.
    
    As my lips contacted Anne's, her mouth opened and her tongue darted
out. I did the same, and then she wrapped her arms around me and pulled
me close. We stayed like that for a long time, our tongues touching and
darting and flicking. It was even more exciting for me than the
flogging, I was afraid I was going to cum, but then Anne suddenly
separated from me and pulled away.
    
    I had closed my eyes when we began kissing. I opened them again,
and saw Anne's smiling face. "That was nice," she said, "was it nice
for you, too?" I didn't think nice began to describe what I had felt,
but I kept silent and nodded my head in agreement. Anne reached out and
interlaced her fingers with mine. "Time for bed," she said, and began
leading me out of the white room.
    
    As we walked hand-in-hand down the hall to the stairs, Anne said,
"Becky, you won't fully understand what I'm going to tell you now, but
in time it will become clearer to you. Unlike most women, the focus of
your sexuality is not your pussy. In time, you'll barely notice that
you even have a pussy, it will play almost no part at all in our
relationship."
    
    I was too shocked, or confused, or both, to say anything. I had
thought that Anne was depriving me of sexual pleasure because she
enjoyed controlling me and watching me suffer. I had no idea there was
anything more to it than her sadistic nature; and she was right, I had
no idea what she meant about the focus of my sexuality. How could that
not be my pussy?
    
    As we arrived upstairs at the bedroom, Anne turned to me and
finished her speech. "Becky, I understand why you bargained to spend
occasional weekends with Leo, you expect that he'll fuck you half to
death, and then you'll be able to stand another four months of celibacy
with me. But you're never going to be fucked again, by Leo or any other
man."
    
    Taking my hands in hers, she continued, "Believe me, Becky, by the
time we complete your first four months of training, you'll understand
that what I've told you is true, and you won't want to leave me to go
with Leo. You will want desperately to be penetrated and to cum, but
that's not what is best for you. Your sexual pleasure will be received
exclusively from me, now and for the rest of your life. You will never
again have an orgasm, and you will never again be penetrated, except as
rare and exceptional rewards from me. In time you will agree that this
is the best thing for you, and you will choose to stay with me."
    
    I listened attentively and respectfully. When she finished
speaking, Anne waited for my "Yes, Mistress." But I was afraid to say
those words, fearful that she would take it as agreement with what she
wanted from me. Obviously displeased, Anne released my hands and turned
away from me.
    
    I didn't believe what Anne had said, I couldn't allow myself to
believe it. I already knew what she wanted from me, so there was little
new in what I had heard; but I was depending on my agreement with Leo
to protect me from Anne's "no sex forever" plans. I can't explain why,
and I know it makes no sense, but the idea of months of sexual
frustration was very appealing to me, while at the same time I was
appalled by Anne's description of my celibate future.
    
    After attending Anne on the toilet, I worshipped her body for at
least an hour, giving her many orgasms. Finally, she pushed me off of
her bed with a foot, promising me ten lashes the following morning for
"lack of enthusiasm." I was so tired that I couldn't make it to my
pillow and blanket at the foot of Anne's bed, I curled up and went to
sleep where I landed on the floor.
    
    Anne nudged me awake with her foot. Apparently she had gone to the
bathroom without disturbing me. "You've had enough sleep," she said,
"get up."
    
    I struggled to my feet, took Anne's hand and helped her back into
bed, then crawled in after her and began my morning duties. As I bent
down, I stole a glance at the bedroom window. The weak light coming in
the window told me that it wasn't much past dawn. Anne said, "You've
been told sleep at the foot of the bed, I nearly stepped on you when I
got up just now."
    
    I raised my head long enough to say "Yes, Anne," then went back to
work.
    
    Some time later, Anne asked, "Does it seem like I'm working you too
hard, Becky?"
    
    I wasn't sure what to say, the previous day's activities had left
me exhausted. I decided to stick with the simple truth, so I said, "I'm
very tired, Mistress."
    
    "Get used to it," Anne said after a few moments. "I expect you to
show enthusiasm in everything you do, all the time, and you'll be
punished for anything less."
    
    Anne used me for less than an hour, then told me it was time to
start our day. After helping her out of bed I followed her to the
bathroom. "Use the toilet, then record your weight," Anne said, then
she returned to the bedroom.
    
    Just as I was recording my weight on the paper above the bathroom
scale, Anne returned. She looked at what I had written. "If you cheat,
I'll know it," she said.
    
    "Yes, Mistress, I won't cheat," I said, "I want to improve my body
for you, Mistress."
    
    "You want to now," Anne said, "but we're just getting started." I
followed her back to the bedroom, then to the table where my training
belt lay. Seeing the belt, I dreaded putting it on again, I hated the
painful shocks it delivered every time I let my stomach muscles relax.
Putting the belt on me, Anne adjusted it to the same tightness as the
previous day, as she had promised. After attaching the wires to my
electrodes, she installed the battery pack. When the high-pitched
electronic whine faded, Anne said, "Shock yourself, we have to make
sure it's working."
    
    I relaxed my stomach muscles for a moment, then my whole body
jerked as the painful shock was applied. "Very good," Anne said,
settling into her favorite chair. "Bring me the morning paper first,
then you may prepare our breakfasts and bring them here."
    
    "Yes, Anne" I said.
    
    I saw no sign of Vanka downstairs, but then it occurred to me that
it was probably too early for Vanka to be at work. I, on the other
hand, was always at work.
    
    Going to the front door, I opened it wide, not expecting to see
anyone. But Leo was standing there, his finger poised to push the
doorbell button. Before I even noticed that it was Leo, I was so
startled to see anyone that I shocked myself again. When I looked up at
Leo's face, he was grinning at me. "That must hurt," he said.
    
    "Yes, Master, it does," I said. Then, remembering my place, I
dropped to my knees and assumed a submissive posture. "Welcome to my
Mistress' home," I said.
    
    "How did you know I was out here?" Leo asked.
    
    "I didn't know, Master, I came to get the paper for Mistress," I
answered.
    
    Leo bent and picked up the newspaper, lying beside him on the
porch, then he threw it to the far corner of the yard. "Well, fetch it
then," he said.
    
    "Yes, Master," I said, hopping to my feet and grinning at Leo. He
slapped me hard on my ass as I ran past him.
    
    Being under Leo's control again had instantly lightened my mood.
One of his attractions for me, second only to the sex, I guess, was the
element of play that was always present when we were together. Leo made
slavery fun.
    
    Leo watched me with a big grin as I ran back to him. After picking
up the paper from where it landed in the yard, I had put it in my
teeth, like a dog fetching for its master. He patted my head after I
deposited the paper in his hand, saying, "Good Becky." Then, looking
into my eyes, he ran his fingertips over each of my nipples, causing
them to stiffen and giving me an involuntary shudder. He looked at me
for another moment, and I think he was about to kiss me, but then he
pointed to a tan leather briefcase sitting on the porch beside him.
"You bring that, I'll bring the paper," he said. "Where is she,
upstairs?"
    
    "Yes, Master, Mistress Anne is in her bedroom," I said. I followed
Leo inside, closed and locked the door, then fell into step behind him
as he headed toward the stairs. I badly needed Leo's advice, so I dared
to speak. "May I ask you something, please Master?"
    
    "Training is over, Becky," Leo said, "keep silent unless you're
asked a question or told to speak." A moment later he added, "No wonder
your body is covered with stripes, you still don't understand what it
really means to be a slave." Looking back over his shoulder, he
grinned. "Who the hell trained you, anyway?"
    
    "I had a very good trainer, Master, I'm just a bad student," I
dared to say. He winked at me.
    
    Anne seemed surprised to see Leo. As I was hanging up my whip, she
said, "I thought you'd call first, why are you here so early?" I put
Leo's briefcase on the floor against the wall, under my whip, then went
to an appropriate place and dropped to my knees, waiting.
    
    "We've got a lot to do today," Leo said, "I wanted to get started
early. I brought Becky's papers." He paused for a moment before adding,
"I've changed the terms of her service from what we originally
negotiated. It's not a big deal, but we need to talk about it."
    
    I didn't know what he meant, but it didn't sound good. "What
changes are we talking about?" Anne asked, also sounding concerned.
    
    "First I'd like a greeting from my slave," Leo said, "then I'll
show you."
    
    Anne looked to me. "She should have done that immediately, at the
front door. She'll get ten stripes for that." I cringed, that was
twenty stripes I had coming.
    
    Leo raised his hand. "No," he said, "it's not Becky's fault. I
didn't give her a chance to offer a greeting downstairs. I distracted
her with a game of fetch."
    
    "Fetch?" Anne said, turning to Leo, "What are you talking about?"
Turning back to me, she said, "Never mind, I don't want to know. Becky,
greet your Master."
    
    "Yes, Mistress," I said, hopping to my feet and then dropping to my
knees again in front of Leo. I unzipped his fly, then carefully fished
his cock out of his pants and began my greeting.
    
    Leo's cock stiffened as soon as I touched him with my lips. After a
minute, he said, "I can think of a better use for this." I knew he was
talking to Anne, although I wished it was me.
    
    "Business first," Anne answered immediately, "I want to hear about
these changes."
    
    "That will do, Becky, thank you," Leo said to me. Giving his cock
one final kiss, I carefully pushed it back into his pants and zipped
him up, then I returned to my waiting spot and knelt.
    
    Leo sat down in the chair closest to Anne. "Bring me the briefcase,
Becky," he said. When I knelt in front of him and offered the
briefcase, he had me hold it, resting on my outstretched forearms. When
he opened the lid, it pressed against my breasts. Looking down into the
case, I could see typed papers, but I couldn't read them upside down.
    
    After thumbing through the papers, he pulled out one sheet and
handed it to Anne, pointing to a paragraph. "There's the change," he
said. "Becky's sharing plan was too complicated, this is simpler. You
get her for 50 days, then I get her for 10 days, we alternate like
that."
    
    After what he said sunk in, I wanted to smile, or better still to
laugh out loud, I struggled to remain expressionless. Leo was right,
his plan was much simpler than my original request for two sequential
weekends with him every two months; plus, it meant that I got ten days
in a row with Leo, rather than two days and then, a week later, two
more days. But more than that, and this is what made me want to laugh
out loud, it meant that Leo wanted me in his life. I hadn't counted on
that, and it thrilled me.
    
    Anne read the document carefully. "So, you've decided you want her
after all," were her first words. There was anger in her voice.
    
    "I was afraid you'd take it like that," Leo said. "You're wrong,
it's not like that at all, I gave her to you because I want you to have
her. It's just that this is so much simpler."
    
    "I won't agree to let her go for ten days at a time, it's out of
the question," Anne said, then added, "and I know what you're doing,
even if you don't, or you don't want to admit it."
    
    Leo was silent for a long moment, while Anne glared at him. I tried
to remain perfectly still, my eyes lowered. Finally Leo pulled more
papers from the briefcase. Snatching the sheet from Anne's hand, he
held them all in front of me. "We're going downstairs and have
breakfast, Becky," he said. "Stay up here and read these carefully. The
top sheet is the terms of your slavery, and the rest is the legal
document that establishes your trust. Everything is just as we agreed
during negotiation, except for the one difference you just heard Anne
and I... discussing." He looked sideways at Anne as he said that last
word.
    
    "Yes, Master," I said softly. Leo closed the lid of the briefcase,
then I set it on the floor beside me and took the papers from his hand.
Anne stood and went to her closet, where she picked out a dressing gown
and put it on. Then, without a word, Leo and Anne walked out of the
bedroom.
    
    I sat still for a moment, then I let a huge grin wash over my face,
then I began reading the terms of my slavery.
    
    They left me alone in the bedroom for about an hour, so I had time
to read the documents several times. I didn't understand all of the
legal jargon in the trust paperwork, but everything seemed to be just
as Leo had said it would be. There were a few surprises, though. First,
on the paper that described the terms of my slavery, Anne was described
as my Mistress, but Leo was also described as my Master and Owner.
Second, the trust document stated that my trust account would be
credited with the amount of ten thousand dollars immediately, on the
day that I signed the agreement. I hadn't asked for that, I supposed
that it was a "signing bonus," a gift that Leo had decided to give me.
    
    Still on my knees, I put the paperwork on a nearby table, then
waited quietly. Suddenly it occurred to me that I was about to agree in
writing to give up everything that made me a person. The thought scared
me, and I began trembling. I tried to calm myself by saying that it was
too late for second thoughts, I had already committed myself to this
course. Maybe I should have given it more thought weeks or months ago,
but it was too late now, the decision had been made.
    
    Finally, Leo and Anne returned. A glance told me that Anne was
still very unhappy. "Did you read the papers?" Leo asked.
    
    "Yes, Master, several times," I answered.
    
    "Any problems?"
    
    "No, Master," I said. I still had questions, but I couldn't ask
them in front of Anne.
    
    "Would you like to talk it over with me before we sign the papers?"
Leo said. "After you sign, it will be too late for discussion."
    
    I looked up at him and answered quickly, "Yes, Master, please."
    
    "I need some time alone with my property," Leo said to Anne. To me
he said, "Becky, follow," then he turned and walked toward the bedroom
door.
    
    I hopped to my feet and hurried to catch up with Leo. As I followed
him out the door, Anne called after us, "I don't want her penetrated,
Leo."
    
    "You've made that clear," Leo answered over his shoulder.
    
    I followed Leo downstairs, then into the white room. I stood at the
spot he had pointed to on the floor, waiting. He walked back to the
door and closed it. I heard the sound of the door lock, then a moment
later I felt Leo's hand on my ass, lightly caressing me. "On your toes,
arms in the air," he said.
    
    "Yes, Master," I said, getting onto my tiptoes and putting my arms
straight up over my head. I smiled at the memories this pose brought.
    
    "When we're alone, call me Leo," he said. I felt him unclip the
battery pack from my belt, then I heard it slide across the floor and
gently hit the wall behind me.
    
    Leo walked around me until we were face to face. He slowly caressed
my breasts, then ran his fingertips down to my belly, and finally to my
pussy. Within seconds he had me breathing in quick gasps, and I could
tell that my pussy was dripping wet. When I could no longer hold back a
soft moan, he dropped his hand and walked away from me, toward Anne's
equipment drawer.
    
    I watched Leo as he rummaged around in one of the drawers, and then
as he took out a flogger and turned back to face me. As he walked back
toward me, swinging the flogger to get a feel for it, I laughed softly.
"You think this is funny?" he asked.
    
    "No, Leo, I'm just happy to be with you again," I said. He smiled
at me, then struck me across my breasts.
    
    Leo flogged me gently for a few minutes, slowly working his way
around behind me. His blows hardly hurt at all, in spite of Anne's
stripes covering my body. On the contrary, I was struggling not to get
too excited. Then, without stopping the flogging, he asked, "What's on
your mind?"
    
    It took me long moments before I could think straight, then more
time trying to think of what to say. Leo waited patiently, slowly
flogging my ass. Finally, I blurted out my biggest concern. "Mistress
Anne wants to make me celibate, Leo. She wants to keep me from being
penetrated or coming. Not just for months at a time, but forever, Leo."
    
    Leo stopped his flogging and returned to stand in front of me. "The
Bride of Anne," he said. I didn't understand, which I guess he could
see on my face. "When a nun takes her vows, she becomes the Bride of
Christ," he explained. "It's a wedding that will never be consummated.
Anne wants you to be her perfect mate, and in her mind that means that
you give everything and get nothing." Then he added, "Unlike other
mates she's had, who expected a two-way street."
    
    I was too caught up in my own concerns, it didn't occur to me until
later that Leo was referring to himself. "But she wants me to refuse to
go with you after four months," I said. "She's already told me that,
Leo."
    
    "She can't force you to do that," Leo said. "She is named in your
terms of slavery, so she is bound by our agreement just as you and I
are. If you choose that course voluntarily, you will violate our
agreement, and then all bets are off, including your trust fund."
    
    "Leo, after four months she'll be able to make me say or do
anything," I cried, losing my balance and temporarily touching my heels
to the floor. "You know that as well as I do, Leo," I added as soon as
I was on my toes again.
    
    "Calm yourself," Leo said. "Off your toes. Arms down, relax."
    
    "I don't know what to do, Leo," I said as I lowered my arms. "I
don't know how to get out of this, I need your help, Master."
    
    "What do you want?" Leo asked. "What would you like to happen?"
    
    It didn't take much thought. "I want us all to honor the agreement
we've made, Leo," I said. "I really like the change you made, Leo, it's
much better than my original plan. And I really appreciate the signing
bonus, Leo, thank you." After pausing for a breath, I said, "I just
want to be Anne's slave and your slave, too, Leo. Both of you though,
Leo, not just one. Not just Anne."
    
    Leo looked at me silently for a few moments. "Would you feel better
if I agree that I'll come here and take you after four months, even if
you don't want to go with me?" he asked.
    
    "Yes, Leo, I would," I said. It seemed like the perfect solution to
my dilemma.
    
    "You're a real pain in the ass," Leo said.
    
    "Sorry, Leo, I don't mean to be," I said, hanging my head.
    
    After a moment, Leo said, "That's Ok, you're worth it." Stealing a
glance, I saw that he was smiling at me. It suddenly occurred to me
that I had gotten this far with my new life by trusting Leo completely,
and then I felt sure that everything was going to be Ok. Leo would make
everything Ok.
    
    Leo put his fingers under my chin and gently raised my head, and I
smiled up at him. "None of this is your fault," he said. "But the thing
is, if I forcibly take you after four months, which is my perfect right
as your owner, it will relieve you of any responsibility for your own
decisions. Talk is cheap, Becky, prove to me that you're committed to
honoring our agreement, and that you'll do your best to convince Anne
of that."
    
    "What can I do to prove that, Leo?" I asked. "I'll do anything."
    
    "Undress me," Leo said.
    
    Without hesitation, I began the ritual of undressing my Master,
slowly, carefully, and lovingly, just as I had been trained. At the
same time, I tried very hard not to think about what Leo would demand
from me after he was naked. "Stay in the moment," I told myself, "the
future is not yours to control."
    
    By the time Leo stood naked in front of me, we were both very
turned-on. "Bend over the back of the chair," Leo said, pointing to
Anne's chair. "Grab the chair arms with your hands, and don't let go
unless I tell you to."
    
    Yes, Leo," I said, walking slowly to the chair. I knew I was
doomed, Leo was going to make me disobey Anne, he was going to fuck me
and make me cum, not that it would take much for that to happen. I
couldn't let myself imagine what Anne would do to me when we she found
out.
    
    When I was in position, Leo walked up behind me. "Don't cum without
permission," he said as he began running his hands over my back and
then down my ass and the backs of my thighs. In spite of the tender
whip marks covering my body, Leo's touch felt wonderful. As soon as he
touched, me I began trembling from a combination of excitement and
fear. I was worried that my legs would collapse under me.
    
    Leo tormented me for several minutes, although he had yet to touch
my pussy. I was so tense that his voice startled me, making me jump. "I
have plans for you, when your four months are up," he said. "Would you
like to hear about them?"
    
    "Yes, Leo," I whispered, knowing that I had no choice.
    
    "Your first night will be spent in the basement, of course," he
said, His fingers brushed my pussy for the first time as he said that,
but then he resumed caressing my back and my backside. "Think of it as
a refresher course in how to be my slave," he said. "You'll be fucked
every way possible, but you won't be allowed to cum." I couldn't hold
back a groan.
    
     Leo slapped me hard on my ass. "Silence," he said harshly, then he
continued. "It should be easy for you to control yourself, after four
months of Anne's training; and I'm sure you'll be eager to demonstrate
your new abilities for your Master."
     
     Leo's finger brushed past my sphincter, then returned and rested
there, pressing lightly. "After a night in the basement," he said,
"assuming that your performance was perfect, you'll get a reward. Would
you like to hear about that?"
     
     "Please Leo," I said.
     
     "How does two days of hard fucking sound to you?" Leo asked.
     
     "It sounds like heaven, Leo," I said. "Will I be allowed to cum,
Leo?"
     
     "As often as you want, but only if your performance in the
basement is flawless," he said, "nothing less than perfection will be
rewarded." The pressure of his finger increased. "Does Anne's
prohibition apply to anal penetration as well?" he asked, but before I
could answer he pushed his finger into me.
     
     I almost came. Tensing all of my muscles, I struggled to fight
down the building sensations. I also tried to imagine what kind of
punishment Anne would give me when she found out what had just
happened, and if I would be able to survive it. Finally I regained
control.
     
     Leo's finger was still in my ass. "After you've gotten all of the
fucking you can handle," he said, "I'm going to put you in the box for
twenty-four hours." He paused to see how I would react. I remained
silent, what could I say? I had always known that Leo would eventually
put me in the box; and I was frankly curious to see what it was like,
even though I knew it would be a very difficult experience. I still
remembered the terror I felt the first time Leo put me in the box and
closed the door, when I thought he was leaving me to freeze to death.
     
     "Are you still with me?" Leo asked. His finger started moving
slowly, in and out, pressing against the sides of my asshole.

    "I'm still with you, Leo," I said, straining to resist the
sensations. "Sounds like fun so far."
    
    "Watch your mouth," he said, scolding me for being flippant. "After
you've had time to recover from the box, I figured we'd have a party,
would you like that?
    
    "Yes, Leo, I'd like a party," I said.
    
    "I was thinking of a small party, six or eight guests," Leo said. I
thought I knew what was coming, and I was right. "You'll be the
entertainment," he added.
    
    I had never yearned for that particular experience, but I had
always thought it was inevitable, something that Leo would do to me
sooner or later, hopefully no more than once. I couldn't imagine what
it would be like to be used by a group of people, but I doubted it
would be fun. Well, maybe the first few would be fun. I decided not to
think about it anymore.
    
    Leo realized that I wasn't going to speak, so he continued. "After
the party, I have a surprise for you," he said. "Just you and I, on a
vacation. I haven't decided where we'll go yet, but I promise you'll
like it."
    
    "Will we be fucking, Leo, just you and I?" I asked.
    
    "Just you and I. As much as you want," he said, pulling his finger
out of my ass. "Does that sound like an interesting ten days, Becky?
Would that see you through the next fifty days of abstinence and
torment with Anne?"
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said. "Yes to everything, Leo."
    
    Something touched my pussy lips. Leo's cock was pressing against
me, wanting in. "Then push back and take me into your pussy," Leo said.
    
    This was the moment I had dreaded. "Oh, God, Leo, please don't make
me," I said.
    
    "I'm not going to make you, Becky," Leo said softly. "I know it's
hard, but you have to decide your path now. If you can't go against
Anne's wishes now, you won't have the resolve to do it in four months.
Are you going to serve two masters, and experience two lives? Or are
you going give up everything I can show you, and settle for a sterile
existence with Anne?"
    
    I was frozen, unable to decide, unable even to breathe. "You
bargained for this, slave," Leo said in a harsh voice. "You bargained
for the right to fuck, and you won it, are you going to throw it away
now?"
    
    "No!" I cried, as I impaled myself on Leo's cock.
    
    Leo grabbed me firmly, his hands at the sides of my hips. "Don't
move, and don't cum," he said, using his stern Master's voice. A moment
later he let go of my hips, and then I felt his hands on me again,
sliding up my back to my shoulders. The slight movement of his cock
inside me felt wonderful.
    
    Leaning forward, Leo rested his chest on my back. "I want you to
understand where you stand with me, Becky," he said softly. "As you've
suspected, you were being trained from the start to be Anne's slave.
But, somewhere along the line, things changed... I changed." He was
silent after that.
    
    "Yes, Leo?" I whispered, hoping to hear more.
    
    Finally he spoke again. "I like having you serve me, Becky. You're
the best slave and the best piece of ass I ever had." I couldn't help
grinning. Leo would never say the words I wanted to hear, but that was
pretty close.  
    
    "I thought I had resigned myself to losing you forever, when I
turned you over to Anne," he continued. "But then, when you said that
you wanted to be shared between us, I decided to do whatever it took to
make that happen."
    
    "I like serving you, Leo," I whispered. "And I love being fucked by
you," I added, hoping he wouldn't be angered by the L word.
    
    "I'm glad," was all he said. A moment later, I felt his weight come
off of me as he straightened up. "I'm going to pull out of you now,
Becky, and then I'm going to fuck you in your ass. But I forbid you to
cum, I can't go that far against Anne's wishes. Do you understand?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, I understand," I said, as I began relaxing my sphincter
to accept Leo's cock, "I think that's the right thing for you to do." I
really meant that. As desperately as I wanted and needed to be fucked
by Leo, I also wanted and needed to obey Anne. And I needed to not cum
without permission, even if my next orgasm was four months away.
    
    Leo laughed. "Glad to hear that my property approves of my
actions," he said. Grasping my hips again, he pulled out of me and then
immediately sank his cock into my ass. "Such a well-trained slave,
always ready for her master," he said.
    
    "I'll always be ready for you, Leo," I whispered.
    
    As Leo fucked me slowly, I began to relax. I stopped worrying about
coming without permission, enjoying the pleasure I was permitted
without selfishly wanting more. I felt elated, my black cloud of
uncertainty had dissipated. Leo was going to take me away with him
after four months, no matter how much Anne brainwashed me into wanting
to stay with her.
    
    Leo was quiet for a long time, fucking me hard and deep. Without
slowing, he said, "Becky, nothing happened in this room except what I
tell Anne when we're back upstairs. I flogged you, then I fucked your
ass even though you begged me not to. Do you understand?"
    
    I could barely speak, it was a long time before I could tell him
that I understood. "Are you crying?" he asked.
    
    "Yes, Master," I whispered. I felt Leo coming in my ass.