       
Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Prologue

*Thursday - Day -1*

You could call me a nice guy. I haven't had too many girl friends, but
upon reflection I realized that they were all what I would consider
"high maintenance." Not that I was this absolute doormat, treated like
shit by my girlfriends, not at all. The girls that I had gone out with
were nice enough to me and treated me reasonable well. They were nice
looking, though certainly not model material. We had nice times. But
it was clear to me that in each of my relationships, the woman was the
focus.

When they wanted to go someplace, we did. I took them around, got them
nice things, and did things for them. With sex, we did what they
wanted when they wanted it. If they didn't want anything, I had to be
content with satisfying myself or with nothing. Again, they were not
cruel, and if anything, it was my fault. I was a pushover; I truly
cared about them, and put up with pretty much anything.

My current girlfriend is Becky. We have been together a couple of
years. She's about 5' 5," brown hair and eyes, a nice chest, a few
pounds overweight, but not outrageous. By the way, I'm just over 6
feet, brown hair and eyes as well. I'm no Greek god, but I'm in
reasonably good shape and people have told me that I look pretty good.

Our relationship was going like all of them had. She was in a bad mood
frequently, angry at many things around her, and as a result, she was
often cranky and short tempered around me, even though she admitted I
was not to blame for the way that she felt. While I wouldn't have
minded sex on a daily basis, she was frequently not interested, either
because she was in a bad mood, or she hadn't showered that evening and
doesn't feel clean enough, or she was too tired, or she was just not
interested. Even though her body is pretty nice, she has always felt
that she was getting too fat, and as a result, she wouldn't wear
revealing clothes. On the other hand, she never felt like working out
either.

So that is what I thought of my life and relationship. I never
realized this myself, but one day I came to the realization that I was
tired of being the nice guy. I had these relationships where I catered
to high maintenance woman, but I had never been catered too. I had
always put everyone else first, but I had never been put first. And
when I look around at the hot women that were low maintenance (I was
definitely NOT interested in a really hot, high maintenance woman) I
realized that the people that they were in relationships with were
assholes. These women were with people who treated them badly, and
while they bitched and moaned about it, they seemed to get off on it.

It got me wondering. While I didn't think I could treat a woman with
the complete disdain of the assholes around me, I thought it was time
to stop being so nice and to find someone who was going to take care
of my needs, do what I wanted, and be at my beck and call. I wasn't
sure if I could find someone like that, but I felt I owed myself a
chance to try.

Of course, that meant that I had to dump Becky. Being the nice guy
that I was, I had never dumped anyone before; it was always me being
dumped. While I have some experience being dumped, it would be a test
of my new selfishness to dump Becky.

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I had just recently gotten home on a Thursday evening, and Becky was
moaning about something again. I felt bad for her, and how the things
in her life annoyed her, but it helped me realize that I did not want
to be part of it, so I said, "Becky, we have to talk."

"What do we have to talk about?" she asked.

"I don't want to live with you anymore." I answered. I could not
believe that I just came out and said it, but there it was.

She looked stunned. "What do you mean? What's wrong? I thought things
were going so well!"

"Becky," I said, "when we met, and while we have been living together,
I was a particular person. You liked me, and you thought everything
was good. The problem is that I didn't like me. I don't like who I am,
and I don't want to be who I was. I really do like you; I really love
you. But now I want to be someone else, and while you are great, I
need to be with a different kind of person."

Becky had started crying. I could feel my compassion welling up, and I
almost felt like comforting her and saying, "Sorry, it's my fault, we
can go back to the way we were." But I didn't do that. I needed to
change.

"I don't understand. What kind of person do you need? How can I do
things differently? What can I do to keep you?" she asked.

"Becky, I would love to stay with you, but I really feel that what you
are and what I am looking for are two completely different things. I
don't think you'd want to be the person that I need," I told her.

"But I would do anything for you," she responded.

"No, you wouldn't," I said. "You'd say you would do anything, but when
push came to shove, you wouldn't."

"How can you say that?" she asked. "Why won't you give me a chance?
What do you want?"

"Becky," I explained, "what I want is someone who will listen to me. I
want someone who will do what I want. If I want to go out, they
will. If I want them to dress sexy, they will. If I wake up horny in
the middle of the night and want a blowjob, they won't complain they
are too tired. If I walk in and get turned on by them, they won't
complain that they haven't washed when I want to eat them out. I want
someone who will focus on me, my wants, my needs. I want someone who
will do everything I want, simply because I want it. And finally, I
want someone who is happy to be with me and happy to be themselves.

"I don't think that you are those things. Sure, you'll go out with me,
if you are up to it. And you'll dress nice, if you don't think its too
revealing. And you'll happily give me a blowjob and swallow as much
come as I can produce, _if_ you are in the mood. But how many times
have you said no to me? How many times have I not even asked because I
knew you would say no? And are you really happy with yourself, because
 from the amount of time that you spend complaining about things, it
sure doesn't seem that way.

"I'm sorry Becky, but I need something different in my life now. I
truly love you, and I think you are a great person, but the person you
are is not the right person for me, right now. I'm going to stay at a
friend's house for a couple of days till I can sort out a place to
live. I'm sorry, Becky." With that, I left here there, crying on the
couch. It made me feel like an asshole, and it was tremendously hard
not to go back to her, but in some respects I felt good that I was
able to do this.

I went to my buddy Jack's house, and crashed there for the night. I
was at work the next day when my cell phone rang. I could see if was
Becky, and I almost didn't answer, but I thought that shying away from
a confrontation would be falling into my old patterns, so I answered
the phone.

"Hi Becky," I said.

"Hi," she said. She sounded fairly calm.

"Listen," she continued, "I think I understand what you are doing, but
I need to talk to you a little more. Will you have dinner with me one
last time? I have some things I need to tell you. I promise I won't
make a scene."

I wasn't sure it was a great idea, but she seemed in control of
herself, and we had been together for two years before I just sprung
this on her, so I felt I owed it to her. Worse came to worse, I could
just walk out.

"OK," I said, "meet me at Alfredo's at 9:00." I knew she didn't like
Alfredo's very much, and even though it was one of my favorites we
never went, but in my new spirit of selfishness, I didn't care.

"OK," she said, "see you there." I was a little surprised that she
didn't even try to get me to change the location.

At 9:00 I walked into Alfredo's. It's a fairly nice establishment, so
I had dressed up a little. I saw her at the bar, and I got another
surprise. She was in a fairly short black dress that was pretty low
cut on top, no stockings and sandals. I don't remember her having that
dress, and she did not normally dress so revealing. "Great," I thought
to myself, "she's trying to tempt me to get back together with her."

"Hi," she said quietly, kissing my cheek as I approached her. "Thank
you very much for agreeing to meet with me. Would you like to go in?"

"Sure," I said.

When we approached the maitre d', she asked for a booth. The booths
were in the back, and fairly private. After we were seated and our
drink orders were taken, we looked over the menu. When the waiter came
for our food orders, I ordered an asparagus soup followed by a rib-eye
steak. When he asked Becky for her order, she said, "The gentleman can
order for me." I looked up at her in surprise, not sure what she was
up to. I knew steak was not Becky's favorite, but I told the waiter to
bring her the same thing I had ordered.

After the waiter left, I asked "OK, Becky, what's the deal? Why did
you want to meet me?" She looked at the table for a long moment,
seemingly gathering up the courage to tell me what she had to say.

"It's like this. I thought about what you said. I heard what you were
looking for, and the person that you do not what to be. I thought all
last night about our relationship and about me and about you. And I
realized that you were right about how things were. And I can see why
you think that I am not the person that you want to be with, given the
person you want to be." She took a sip of water and I waited for her
to continue.

She looked up at me, intently. "But I can be that person, I know I
can. Please give me a chance. I know I can make you happy."

I sighed. I was afraid of something like this. She was going to try
and have me take her back, maybe be more accommodating for a little
bit, then things would go back to the way they were.

"Becky," I started, "it's not who you are. It's not who you want to
be. You can't change into what you don't want to be."

She looked up at me, her eyes a little moist, but very
determined. "How do you know? You weren't who you wanted to be. Maybe
I wasn't who I wanted to be. You said that I was not happy with
myself, and you were right, I'm not. Maybe I can be happier with who
you want me to be. Please let me try. I'll make you a deal - stay with
me for one month. If after that month things don't work out, I'll
leave and won't bother you again. Please," she pleaded.

I sighed once again. Just then our soups came. I started eating mine,
and I saw she was just playing with hers. That exasperated me. "You
had me order for you, eat what I got you," I told her.

"Yes, sir," she said, and started eating.

While I was eating my soup I looked at her. It was true that I loved
her. And the raw material I wanted was certainly there. But I just
wasn't convinced she could do it. Then I thought, let me test her a
little. Worst comes to worst, I leave her at the end of the night.

Before the waiter came to clear off our soup plates I asked Becky
"Where did you get the dress?"

She responded, "I wanted to look good for you, so I went out and
bought it."

"And what are you wearing under the dress?" I asked.

"A black bra and black panties," she replied.

"OK," I said, "take off the panties and put them on the table."

She looked up at me in surprise. She hesitated a moment, then reached
over for her purse, presumably to go to the ladies room. "No," I said,
"right here."

With resolve, she put her purse down and reached under her skirt and
shimmied out of her panties. She wadded them up in a little ball and
reached to hand them to me, but I said "Put them on the table near
your soup bowl."

She did, and I finished up my soup and sat back, looking at her
without saying anything. She looked at me, almost defiantly, as if
saying, "See, I can do what you want." When the busboy came by to
collect our soup bowls, he paused when he saw the panties. I said,
"Clear those away as well. We don't need them anymore." He put them on
his tray and walked back to the kitchen.

"You realize he's probably going to keep them, show him to his friends
in the back, don't you?" hissed Becky, her face all red.

"I assume so," I replied. "Will they be wet? Will they smell good?" I
asked. She dropped her eyes to the table and nodded her head jerkily.

The waiter came and put our steaks in front of us. He asked if we
needed anything else, spending a little bit too long looking at
Becky's lap. "No, thank you, we're fine," I said, digging into my
steak. Becky did the same.

I was thinking hard. I was surprised that Becky had done what I asked,
but I was still concerned that this was a one night, desperate,
get-the-boyfriend back move, and she would revert back to the old
Becky the next day. But she had offered me a thirty-day trial period,
and I thought I don't have anyplace else to live, and really, what do
I have to lose? Becky was damn good in bed when she let go, and I
suspected that at least tonight she'd be letting go, so I decided to
go for it.

"So, Becky, do you really think you could change to please me as I
want to be pleased?"

"Oh, yes!" she responded excitedly.

"Oh, yes sir!" I corrected. "One of the things that I want is more
respect."

"Yes, sir!" she responded.

I leaned back and looked at her. This could be interesting. "If we do
this, it is on my terms, right?" I asked her.

"Yes, sir," she replied. "OK, I'll think about giving this some
time. We may not last the month, but we'll see. Let see if you can
abide by some ground rules. I want you to tell me if you understand
them.

"First and foremost, I want you to do what I tell you. If you refuse
me, no matter what the circumstances, the trial period is over and I
will leave. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, sir," Becky replied.

"Then explain it to me," I said.

"I will never refuse you anything, sir," Becky said, looking at me
intently. I really liked the way she rephrased this rule.

"Second, you have been complaining that you could not dress to please
me because you were not happy with your body. You will dress to please
me, and you will improve your body. Tomorrow I want you to sign up for
a gym, and you will go every day. You will work hard, because if you
do not, you will be punished. Tomorrow we will also go on a little
shopping trip to get you nicer clothing. Do you understand this?"

"Yes, sir," she said. "I will dress to please you, and I will work out
and get my body in better shape, or you will punish me. I understand
and accept that, sir."

By this point, the new, more submissive Becky sitting across from me
had me very turned on, and my cock was as hard as I could ever
remember it being. "Becky, one thing you will not be doing very often
is wearing underwear. Go to the ladies room and take off your bra. Do
it in the open, not in a stall, and when you come out, hold the bra in
your hand until you get back here, and then hand it to me."

Without even the slightest hesitation, Becky said, "Yes, sir," then
got up and went to the ladies room. I really enjoyed watching her ass
as she went, and looking around I could see that I was not the only
one.

A few minutes later, Becky came out of the ladies room, followed by
another woman; both of them looked slightly flushed. Becky came back
to me, and you could clearly see that she was holding her bra. In
addition, you could see her breasts jiggling nicely under her dress,
and her nipples were clearly visible.

As she approached me, she reached out and handed me her bra, and said
in a normal voice, "Here is my bra, sir." A few people at nearby
tables looked up at that, but Becky just took her seat.

"What happened in there?" I asked.

"I went in, and there was another lady there, sir. But you had told me
to take my bra off in the open area, so I just opened my dress there
and pulled it down. The lady in there looked at me in surprise when I
did that, and was even more shocked when I took my bra off. I couldn't
help it sir, I asked her to help me close my dress. She asked me why I
was doing it, sir, and I said that my master told me to. I hope I
didn't overstep my bounds, sir."

Now I was the one to be shocked. I certainly hadn't used the 'master'
word, at least not yet. She seemed to be getting into this much more
than I expected. She still looked flushed. "Is all of this turning you
on?" I asked her.

"Oh, sir," she said, looking into my eyes, "I am so wet that the back
of my dress is going to be soaked!"

"Well," I said, "we certainly wouldn't want that. Flip your dress up
so that your bare ass is on the seat."

She did so without complaint, and when I looked over I could see that
her dress was up high enough in the front so that you could almost see
her pussy, yet she did not seem to mind at all.

My mind was in turmoil. This night was not going at all as I
expected. Was this the same Becky that I spent the last two years
with? Maybe not, but then again, I didn't want to be the same person I
had been for the last two years.

"I think we are up to my third point: punishment. If you don't behave
as I expect, or if you do something wrong, it is my right to punish
you, do you understand and agree?" I asked.

"Yes, sir. I understand that you will punish me as you see fit," she
responded. Once again, her review of my terms seemed to be even more
than I had said.

"OK," I said, "that is all for now. I will give you more rules as they
come to me. I will take your trial deal, and see how it works."

"Oh, thank you, sir, you will not be sorry," Becky squealed, reaching
over to give me a massive kiss.

"Understand, Becky," I continued after she sat back down, "that I will
be pushing you. I will be enjoying myself with you. I will be using
you for my pleasure. I will punish you, both when you deserve it and
when I just feel like it. And one more thing, Becky: I will fuck you
in your ass. Are you sure that you want to continue this?"

One thing that I had never been able to convince Becky, or any of my
girlfriends to allow, was an ass-fuck. Becky always felt that her ass
was a dirty place, an exit, not an entrance. Becky looked a little
nervous for a second, and then whispered "My ass will be ready when
you want it, sir."

My dick got even bigger, if that was possible. "Put your bra in your
purse," I said, as I called the waiter over for the check. Outside, I
got a cab for us and told it to go uptown to our apartment.

"Becky," I said, "seeing this new side of you has gotten me really
horny. I want you to give me a blow job, and I want you to be nude
when you do it."

Without a moments hesitation, and seemingly oblivious of the cab
driver, she pulled the dress over her head and attacked my crotch. She
ripped the zipper down and fished out my cock, no easy task
considering how hard I was. She was not gentle or slow.

It appears the dinner we had just completed did nothing to quell her
hunger, because she gobbled me down. The cab driver moved his mirror
around so that he could see what she was doing, as Becky moved her
head rapidly up and down my cock. Given my state of excitement, I knew
I couldn't last long, but that was OK with me. She continued trying to
shove my cock deep into her throat. Finally, I couldn't take it
anymore.

Usually, I let her know before I came so she could decide to swallow
or finish by jerking me off, but not this time. This time, I grabbed
her head and held it on my cock as I squirted in her mouth without any
warning.

I held her head on my cock till I was done then I let her go. She
stayed by my cock, licking all around to make sure she got every
drop. Then she sat back up and leaned back in the seat, still naked,
and said, "I hope that pleased you sir. Is there anything else I can
do for you?"

Once again, she had shocked me. Becky was no prude, but showing her
body off for the cab driver is beyond what I thought she would do. I
reached over between her legs and she spread them for me. She was
sopping wet, just as she had told me in the restaurant. I played
between her lips for a few minutes, swiping her clit every now and
again. Then I leaned back and told her to turn to the side, leaning on
the door. She did what I asked, and then I told her to make herself
come.

This gave her the briefest moment of pause, as this was something she
had never done in front of me, but then she reached down, opened
herself up, and started moving her fingers in and out of herself. She
had a large, untrimmed bush. It looked quite nice, but wasn't quite
what I wanted. As she continued to move her fingers in and out, deeper
and deeper, her other hand playing with her clit, I told her about her
day tomorrow.

"Tomorrow," I said, with the cabdriver eavesdropping, "you will wake
me with a blow job. After I am done using your body, you will shower,
and we will go sign you up at a gym, where I will pick out a personal
trainer for you. After we finish up there, you are going to go to a
salon. I want you waxed everywhere. I want you to tell the technician
that is taking care of you that you will be paddled one time for each
hair that I find below your neck, so she had best be very thorough. Do
you understand?"

She looked at me with wide eyes, gasping as she continued to
masturbate, "You mean you want me to shave all the hair off my vagina?
But I'll look like a little girl!" she wailed as she came. Something
else interesting, I thought. I didn't know if she was just ready to
come, or it was thinking that she would be like a little girl that got
her off, but it was something I would definitely follow up on.

"No," I said, "You must get rid of all the hair on your pussy. And I
did not tell you to stop playing with yourself."

Becky had moved her hands away from her pussy after she came. She
always made me stop playing with her after she came, saying she was
too sensitive, but that was going to be another thing that
changed. She was going to become multi-orgasmic whether she wanted to
or not.

"Also at the salon," I continued after her fingers were once again
working at her pussy (though I noticed she was staying away from her
clit; I let her get away with that for now), "you will get your hair
colored. I always wanted to do it with a redhead, and you are going to
become that redhead."

"Anything you say, sir," she breathed. It looked like she was on the
way to orgasm number two.

"After you are finished with the salon, we are going to get you some
new clothes. Not too many, because I expect you to lose enough weight
that you won't fit them for long, but definitely some things to please
me." I went on. "And then finally, I am going to send you to a sex
shop by yourself. It will be your responsibility to pick out some toys
that you think would please me. Do you understand all of that?" I
asked.

"Yes, sir," she said. "Tomorrow, I am going to wake you with a (gasp)
blow job and then allow you to use my body as you see fit until you
are finished with it (grunt). Then you will take me to the gym and
pick a trainer out for me (sigh) Then I will get waxed, telling the
waxer that I will be paddled for every hair that is left belooooow the
neck (oooh). Then I'll get my hair colored red, (gasp) get some sexy
new clothes (ohhhh), then go to a sex shop (gasp) and buy fun toys for
you siiiiiiir!." She came on the final "sir," her fingers having long
since returned to her clit. After breathing heavily for a moment or
two, she asked, "Did I get it right, sir?"

"You got it perfect, Becky," I said, smiling at her.

"We're here," said the cab driver, and sure enough we were back at our
apartment. I wonder how long we were standing here.

"Put your dress back on, Becky," I said, as I handed the cab driver
his money, and his tip, though he probably had tip enough watching
Becky. I walked inside, following Becky's gorgeous ass. This was going
to be very interesting month...

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*Friday Night - Day 0*

When we got into the apartment, Becky jumped me as soon as I had
closed the door. She started kissing me deeply and hugging me
tight. "Thank you, thank you, thank you master. I know I can make you
happy."

I stood there for a few minutes, enjoying making out with Becky. We
hadn't made out with this much passion since the very early days of
our dating, and I realized that I had missed it. I knew that this was
something that I would require of her every day.

Finally, I stopped her and said "Rule number four: In the house, you
will wear only those items that I have pre-approved for you, and there
will not be many things that I allow you to wear in the house. As of
now, I haven't allowed anything."

Becky immediately pulled her dress off and reached down and took off
her sandals. She stood there in front of me, her hand held behind her
back, her eyes down to the, gloriously nude. Once again, I marveled at
this new Becky.

"Stay there," I said, as I walked around her, admiring her from all
sides. Then I sat down on the couch and told her to come over to
me. When she did, I pulled her by the wrist and slung her over my
knee. With no warning, I started spanking her ass. She screamed and
tried to pull away, but I did not let her.

After about 15 swats, I stopped and held her there. She was crying. I
asked, "Do you know why I did that?"

"No," she said around her sobs.

I spanked her again, hard. "Do you know why I did that?" I repeated.

"No," she said, louder.

I spanked her once more. "Do you know why I did that?" I again
repeated.

"No, sir," she said, finally getting it.

"I spanked you for two reasons. The first is that I think you have a
very sexy ass that just begs to be spanked. I quite enjoyed it, though
the next time I spank you will be with a paddle." I helped her down to
kneel on the floor. She looked up at me.

"Do you have anything to say to me after I spank you?" I asked
her. She looked at me for a few moments, confused and unsure what to
say. Then she said, "Thank you for spanking me, master?"

"That is the correct thing to say, Becky, but it brings up the second
reason I spanked you. Come sit on the couch next to me." She got up
and sat next to me, and I took her hand and looked in her eyes.

"Becky," I told her, "that is the third time tonight that you called
me master. If you see me as your master, what does that make you?"

"A slave?" she asked.

"_A_ slave, or my slave?" I asked her.

"Your slave," she said, firmly.

"And that is the problem," I said to her. "What I agreed with you is a
thirty-day trial period. I would see if you could treat me the way I
want to be treated, ff you could act the way I would want a woman with
me to act. I did not agree to take you as a slave.

"I am very new to this, and I don't know anything about master/slave
culture, but I know that to me it implies a commitment to care for you
and be responsible for you, and is not a temporary or trivial
thing. And I would expect that for you it would a commitment to put my
needs and desires first and foremost in all things, something you
should not enter into lightly. I am still not convinced about your
commitment or real desire to do this, so we will continue the trial
period.

"If after the trial period you still want to be my slave, and I want
to take on the responsibility of having you as my slave, then I will
mark you as mine and make you my slave truly. Until then, you will not
call me master, and I will not call you slave. You will call me 'sir',
as you have been doing, and I will call you Becky, or slut, or cunt,
or, if I want to sell your lovely body, whore. Do you understand and
accept this?"

At the beginning of my little speech, Becky had stopped crying. By the
end, it looked like her eyes were tearing up again, and she looked a
little scared when I mentioned selling her body. She looked at me a
moment, and then she responded.

"Sir, I am sorry for presuming too much. I don't want to push you in
this trial period; I just want to show you that you could not find a
better slave anywhere. Last week, I loved you more than you can
imagine, though I understand that I did not show it well
enough. Today, I love you just as much, and I know exactly how I can
show you. I will do everything that you tell me. I will do everything
I can to best the best slave possible.

"I understand that you need this trial period so that I can prove
myself to you, but I have to tell you, sir, that I am ready to call
you master right now. I know that after thirty days I will still be
ready, and I will gladly take your mark. I love you, sir, and I always
will."

With that, she got down off the couch and knelt in front of me, her
knees together, her head looking down to the floor and her arms held
behind her back, clearly showing her willing submissiveness. I was
still in shock by her willingness.

When I broke up with Becky (was that only yesterday?), I thought I
would eventually find someone that I would be in a relationship with
someone that would put my needs first, but one in which we would still
be reasonably equal. Now Becky had twisted this upside down, and I was
really starting to believe that in a month's time she would be my
marked slave, not nearly my equal, and happy with that.

I let her sit there for about five minutes, while I looked at her and
thought about what I was getting myself into. Then I said, "That is an
excellent pose, Becky, but whenever you sit or kneel, your legs should
always be open so that I can always access your cunt, or rather my
cunt." She immediately spread her legs.

"Let's go to bed, Becky," I said. I reached down and took her hand and
helped her up and led her to our bedroom. I had her lay down on the
bed.

"I want you to reach up and hold the headboard," I told her, "and keep
your legs spread. Even though you frequently complain about it, I like
your body, and I want to explore it. I don't want you to let go of
headboard, no matter what."

With that, I began to explore her body again. This was something she
did not let me do to often, because she is ticklish, but I started
with her wrists and worked my way down her arms, kissing, licking and
running my fingers along every inch of her. When I got to her head, I
did the same to her ears, her forehead, her cheeks and her lips.

I took a bit of time off my exploration to kiss her deeply. Her tongue
was frantic in my mouth. I reveled in this for a few moments before
continuing my journey. I moved down to her shoulders and nibbled along
her left side. She giggled and squirmed, exclaiming, "That tickles,
sir!" but she did not put her hands down, and she let me continue.

I moved up to her left breast, nibbling all around the outside of the
nipple. She kept thrusting her breast towards my mouth, wanting my
tongue on her nipple, but I moved slowly. Becky has nice breasts, a
large B or small C. They are reasonably firm, though they are starting
to sag a little as she has put on some weight. I finally gave her, and
me, what she wanted and sucked her nipple in my mouth.

"Oh, sir, I'm coming!" she cried, and amazingly, she did. At least as
long as I've known her, she has never come with just breast play, but
I guess this wasn't just breast play.

"Did I give you permission to come, you little slut?" I asked.

"No, sir, I'm sorry," she replied.

"Well, here is rule number five," I said, smiling down at her. "Unless
I tell you different, you are to come as often and as loudly as you
can. The only time I will punish you is if I feel you are holding back
on an orgasm. Do you understand?" When I finished explaining rule
number five, I attacked her right nipple. "Yes, sir," she said, "Thank
you, sir! I understand, sir. I am to come and come and come and come
and come, and I am coming again, I'm coming again. I am sir,
ohhhhhhhhhh!"

I was once again shocked and amazed. She never let me get her off
twice in a row, and now she has gotten off three times in a half hour
and showed no signs of slowing. I moved off of her breast and down to
her stomach, easing off a little to let her come down from her
multiple orgasms. She was sweaty and delicious, and I licked down her
stomach, over her hip (she jumped at that, but I knew that was an
erogenous zone for her), and down the outside of her right leg.

As I reached her ankle and started down her foot, she began squirming
and said, "Sir, please, my foot is all dirty and sweaty. Please
don't."

I jumped up quickly, standing near the bed beside her head, looking
down at her. "Are you refusing me something?" I growled at her. "Are
you telling me to stop doing something that I want to do? Are you
going to end this because you think that your feet are too sweaty for
me to go near?"

"No, sir," she squeaked. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to try and stop
you. I just didn't want you to get disgusted with me."

"Becky," I said, more calmly, "if I find something disgusting, then I
will not do it. But if I want to lick your body after it has been
covered in sweat and cum and piss and any other fluid you can think
of, it is my choice. Do you understand?"

She looked a little shaken, but she said, "Yes sir, I understand that
you will do with me what you want and you won't do the things that you
don't like."

I knelt down next to her and held her head in my arms with my lips
close to hers. "That's right, sweet Becky, though that doesn't mean
that you won't do what you don't like, does it?" She shook her head.

I stood back up and moved down to her feet. "Now I am going to enjoy
your sweaty, dirty feet, and you'd better enjoy it as well. And
tomorrow, after you come home from the sex shop with a paddle, I will
give you 15 swats on your ass for even thinking about denying me. I
was going to make it 20, but I am very proud that this entire time you
have not lowered your hands, so I will take 5 off."

She looked very pleased with herself as I went back to her ankle, and
licked all around her feet. Despite what she said, she was not stinky
or dirty; she was just slightly sweaty and delicious. When I took her
toes in my mouth one by one, her breathing definitely went up a
notch. After thoroughly cleaning her right foot, I went to work on her
left. When I was done with that foot, I started making my way up leg,
this time on the inside.

As I got above her knee, I was clearly able to tell what this night
was doing for her. The inside of both her thighs were soaked and her
pussy hair was matted down. As I spread her legs more, I could see her
ass was soaked as well. It seemed to me that she was wetter than any
time we had been together.

Something I should tell you about myself is that I love to eat
pussy. It is one of my favorite things. If I were given the choice
between spending the rest of my life without getting a blowjob and
spending the rest of my life without eating pussy, I would choose to
forego blowjobs. But of course, now it appeared as if I would have to
give up neither.

I licked the fluids off her thighs. She was delicious. I moved up
closer to her pussy, until my tongue was lightly moving over her pussy
lips. I took one quick jab at her clit, and she jumped. Then I
couldn't wait anymore and I dove in, trying to bury my face up her
cunt. She was mewling and squirming and appeared to love every second
of it. I even enjoyed my last night with her pussy hair.

After a little bit, I unplugged my tongue from deep within her cunt
and started putting little licks around her clit as I put two fingers
into her cunt. Normally I start with one and work my way up, but this
time she was clearly ready for as much as I wanted to give her. After
juicing my fingers up, I moved one down and started playing around her
little asshole.

She gasped and clenched, but made no move to stop me. She even tried
to loosen up a little as I got my finger squirmed into her ass up to
the second knuckle. I didn't want to push her too fast, I want to
build the anticipation, so I left it at that and started going to town
on her clit as I moved my fingers in and out of her cunt and ass. In
no time she was screaming over and over, "I'm coming again. I'm
coming!"

I took my fingers out of her, but I barely let her come down at all
before I had my tongue buried in her again. She was starting up the
hill towards orgasm again when I decided it was finally my turn. I
moved up her body, stopping very briefly to nip each tit, and I
positioned my cock just inside her pussy. I looked her in the eye and
said, "I never stopped loving you, you know. And now, I think, I may
fall even more deeply in love with you."

Her eyes became a little teary as I sunk into her to the bottom in one
slow, smooth movement. "I know," she said, "and I will never stop
loving you."

I started making long, easy strokes, enjoying the feeling of her pussy
around me. In the past, I had always tried to bring her off first, and
as a result it somewhat dampened my enjoyment of what I was doing. Not
this time. This time, while it might be nice to bring her off, I
didn't care if I didn't. This fuck was for me.

I concentrated on the feeling of her pussy walls squeezing around my
dick. It felt like there were constant little squeezes. And the amount
of wetness that was everywhere made it feel so slippery and sensual. I
looked down at her, and she was staring up at me, her mouth open,
breathing heavily. Her eyes were completely glazed, her hair sweaty
and lying in strands all around her face. She looked animalistic.

"My face is all wet from your pussy," I told her. "Clean me off with
your tongue." In the past she has not wanted anything to do with her
own pussy juices, but now she just leaned her head up and started
making broad strokes on my face with her tongue, apparently even
savoring the taste, pausing after every few strokes to shove her
tongue in my mouth and share her taste with me.

After a few minutes (not too many, as I was so on edge from everything
that we had done), I started moving in her faster. I was definitely
getting closer. It looked like she was as well, but as I said, this
one was for me, and so I concentrated on my own feelings as my balls
started pulling up. When I squirted into her, it felt like all guts
were going into her along with my cum. I held myself steady in her as
I was coming, and I could feel her pussy squeezing around me as well
as she squeaked in my ear. What do you know; she got off too!

Just before I collapsed, I rolled over, holding her on me as I stayed
in her to pull her on top of me. I lay there for a little bit,
exhausted, while she lay on me, her hair falling around my head, her
eyes closed. I could feel her cunt continue to cum in little squeezes
on my cock, pulling out the last of the juice that I had.

I pulled her head back by her hair so that I could look into her
eyes. "Well, my little Becky, it looks like even though I was taking
pleasure for myself, you might have gotten a little pleasure
yourself."

She laughed weakly, which did interesting things to her cunt still
wrapped around my cock. "Sir," she said, "if I give you more pleasure
like that I think I will die of excessive orgasms. I have never come
like that in my life."

We lay there for a while longer; until nature took its course I
started shrinking out of her. "Sit up," I told her. She did, and I had
her lift herself up over me.

"Look at that," I said, and we both watched our combined juices leak
out of her cunt and onto my limp cock.

"Since I always want to be ready to have you suck me," I said, "it is
important that my cock is kept clean. Therefore, after we fuck, it's
your job to clean it off." She started to get up, presumably to get a
towel, but I stopped her and said, "With your mouth, Becky."

To her credit, she did not even flinch as she bent over and started
using her tongue to gently clean me off. I tend to get very sensitive
after sex, but she knew that and was very careful. When she was done,
she gave my cock a final kiss and said, "All clean, sir."

She started to get out of the bed, and I said, "Where do you think you
are going?"

"To the bathroom to clean up," she responded.

"No," I said, "You don't get to clean up now. Come snuggle with
me. You may not get out of the bed till I tell you to." She was
clearly not comfortable with that, but she got into bed and I spooned
her from behind, holding one of her tits in my hand, as we drifted off
to sleep, both of us sweaty and smelly.






Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter One

*Saturday - Day 1*

I woke slowly to a wonderful sensation from my crotch. I looked over
at the clock and it was 8:30am. I looked down at my cock, and there
was a beautiful woman stuck to the end of it. The room smelled like I
imagine a not very well run bordello would, of raw dirty sex.

Becky pulled her head of my cock with a pop, smiled up at me and said,
"Good Morning. I'm your wake-up slut. It's 8:30 in the morning, the
weather is beautiful, and my body is yours to do with as you'd like."
She put her mouth over the head of my cock again before popping off
quickly and adding, "Sir."

Then she slowly dropped her head back down the length of my cock. I
lay back and enjoyed the lovely blowjob that I was getting. She was
doing a fabulous job, licking up the sides, tickling my balls with her
tongue and providing expert suction to my shaft. Given last night's
activities, I wasn't in danger of cumming too quickly, so I just
enjoyed.

However, it was also time for another object lesson. "Becky," I said,
"I would like to enjoy you as well. Swing yourself up here into a 69."
Becky looked up, clearly not happy with this. I had not allowed her to
clean up last night, and she was quite messy then. I imagine she felt
very dirty today. But I was going to teach her that no matter how she
felt about her body, she should make it available to me.

To her credit, Becky did not hesitate much. She swung her legs around
over my shoulders. She kept herself on her hands and knees, with her
crotch well over and away from my face. I surveyed her for a minute or
two as Becky continued concentrating on my cock. She was a mess. There
was dried pussy juices all over her thighs, her pussy hair was matted
down and a little crusty, and our mixed cum was flecked around her
pussy lips.

Her actual cunt, however, was mostly cleaned off by the fresh juices
that seemed to be pouring out of her. I never imagined she would be
able to produce that much sweet fluid.

"We're going to have a little contest know Becky," I said. She pulled
herself off my cock and looked down between her legs toward my
face. "I am going to eat you now, and you are going to eat me. If you
make me come before you do, there will be consequences. However, if
you can make me come within one minute of your coming, I'll provide a
treat for you during the day. Ready?" She nodded. "The let's begin," I
said.

I pulled her crotch down to my face. She resisted a little, but one
light slap on her sexy ass and she stopped fighting me. I started
swabbing her pussy lips with my tongue. It was a little rancid at
first, but I was willing to put up with it for this lesson. Very
quickly all I could taste were her fresh, succulent juices.

While I was working on her, she went back to pleasuring me. She was
doing an excellent job of keeping me close to the edge without going
over. I, on the other hand, had no such concern and was attacking her
pussy and her clit liberally with my tongue. I dipped my fingers in
her pussy, and played around with the outside of her asshole.

Once again, she seemed to be getting close to coming. Her coordination
on my cock was going and she was breathing harder and harder. She was
reduced to just sucking on the sides of my cock with her lips. Just as
it felt like she was going over the edge, I shoved a finger into her
ass and she threw her head back and screamed. More liquid leaked out
of her red pussy and her ass clenched and unclenched around my finger.

Just a few seconds later she came down part way from her orgasm and
attacked my cock. She swallowed most of it, and I felt the head of my
dick pressing against her throat. She was moving her tongue around my
cock in her mouth and she was tickling my balls with her
fingernails. She had kept me close enough to the edge that within
seconds I was coming. She sucked all my juice into her mouth and she
continued laving my cock until I became too sensitive and made her
stop.

She put her head down on my thigh and said, "Sir, I was too caught up
in your cock to pay attention to time. Did I win my treat?"

"You certainly did, my horny little slut, and I'll be sure to give you
a treat later today." I still had my finger in her ass, and when I
called her a horny slut, her ass clenched. Something else I would have
to follow up on later.

After basking in my morning cum, I pulled my finger out of her ass,
slapped her ass and said, "Time for our morning ablutions. Let's go
pee and shower."

"Who goes first?" she asked.

"We'll go together," I said.

We went into the bathroom, and I said, "You pee first, but spread your
legs because I want to see." I'd never actually see a girl peeing, and
I wanted to. She sat on the toilet with her legs spread wide and a
large blush on her face and chest. It took her a moment or two to get
over the shyness and start peeing. I heard it hissing in the bowl, and
saw a little, but not really enough. I'd just have to get her to do it
more exposed later.

When she was done, she looked up at me and said, "Can I wipe now?"

"Don't bother, yet," I said, "and keep your legs open. I need to go as
well, and I don't want to bother you to get up from the toilet." With
that, I moved in front of her and aimed by dick between her legs. She
looked completely surprised and almost ready to bolt, but she
didn't. She sat there while I started to piss. My first stream was
actually pretty accurate, going right between her legs into the bowl,
but I soon corrected that, and moved the stream up so that I was
pissing right onto her pussy. She looked at my cock, the steam of
urine, her now soaking pussy, and then up to me, with an
undecipherable look on her face. At least it wasn't disgust, and I got
to fulfill another fantasy.

As I was getting to the end, I moved closer so as not to make a mess
of the floor. As the stream petered out, I moved it up a little so the
last drops went on her lower stomach. I then shook off the excess,
spraying her tits and face a little. As I stood there with just a
little left on the tip, I was about to tell her to clean me off when
she darted her head forward and swiped the end of my cock with her
tongue before wrapping her mouth around my cock to finish cleaning it
off

When she was done, she looked up at me with a mischievous look on her
face and said, "You did say that I should clean you off every time it
gets dirty."

Just when I think she has reached the limits of amazing me, she does
something like this. I knelt down in front of her, grabbed her head
and gave her a deep kiss. It was very nice, but reminded me that we
didn't brush our teeth yet.

"You go brush your teeth while I start the shower, and then I'll brush
mine," I told her. We both brushed our teeth, and then got into the
shower. It was fun washing her while taking liberties with her, which
she thoroughly enjoyed. In addition to the usual spots, I soaped up a
finger and made sure to clean out her asshole a little bit, more to
get her used to it then for cleaning purposes.

When we were done, I had her make sure that my cock was free of soap
by testing with her mouth, and then I did the same for her nipples and
pussy. I think she was quite surprised when I had her bend over and I
performed the same check on her asshole, but the only comment she made
was a satisfied "Ohhhh."

When we were finished with the shower, I had her lie on the bed while
I went and got a big cardboard box. I then told her, "For the next
thirty days, the only thing separating your pussy with the outside air
will be a bikini bottom if we go swimming or some workout shorts for
the gym. So what I want you to do now is get all your pants and all
your panties and put them in this box. At the end of the month you can
have them back or give them to charity, depending on what happens."

She went to her drawers and did what I told her. After she was done, I
asked her to get out her skirts. She did so, and I saw one skirt that
I really liked. It was a white leather mini-skirt that I don't
remember ever seeing her in it. I had her try it on, and it covered
her to just below her pussy. She looked so sexy standing there in just
the skirt and no top that I told her, "Until we find you more stuff,
the outfit that you are wearing is your new official uniform for when
you are at home."

I slipped on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and told Becky to get
herself dressed for her errands and come to the living room when she
was done. I went to the living room and grabbed my video camera. I set
up the camera hooked to my computer and motion sensor. I placed the
camera in a location from which it had a view of the kitchen, living
room and front door.

When Becky came down, she was wearing a short, flowery skirt and a
tight white tee shirt. She was not wearing a bra, and I assume she was
not wearing any panties, since she no longer had any. I pointed out
the video camera and said, "I always wondered what you did when you
were home and I was not, and I now I will find out, even more so now
since you will be nearly naked all of the time."

She definitely did not seem comfortable with being naked on video, but
I was absolutely going to be getting a lot of video and pictures of
her doing a lot worse than walking around naked, so I wasn't going to
let her back out of this.

"Should I take gym clothes?" she asked.

"Not today. You won't do a full workout, so you shouldn't need it," I
responded. "Let's go."

+++++

We went out to a gym that was close to our apartment. The woman at the
counter asked if she could help us and I said, "Yes, I'd like to sign
Becky up and get her a personal trainer." She called someone over who
introduced herself as Veronica. Veronica was dressed in a gym logo tee
shirt, and had an amazing set of tits. They had to be 40-DD at
least. She seemed to have made use of the gym herself, because she was
in fairly good shape. She had reddish brown hair and hazel eyes. She
started us through the paperwork, and I asked to meet with the
personal trainers they had on staff, explaining that I wanted a woman
to work with Becky.

Veronica told me that there were three available here today, and she
brought them over. The first was a black woman, tall and lean, whose
name was Jane. The second was a white woman, Mickey, with black hair,
a little shorter than Jane. The third woman was about as tall as
Jane. She had short hair, colored blonde in a very tight pixie
cut. She had a slight Russian accent and her name was Nelly.

When they were all together, I explained what I wanted. "I am looking
for a personal trainer for Becky. She will be coming in every day, and
I want you to meet with her at least twice a week."

Jane looked over at Becky, who had been sitting quietly, and asked,
"Becky, what are your goals?"

Becky looked at me, and I shook my head at her. I told Jane, "I am the
one hiring the personal trainer. I will be setting the goals and I
will be getting status reports. I am the client, not Becky. Becky is
simply the one that you will be working with."

Becky looked embarrassed. Veronica looked amused, Jane looked upset,
Mickey looked indignant, and Nelly looked intrigued. "Veronica," I
said, "I think we will start with Nelly and see how that works out."

"Very well," she said, and Jane and Mickey left us.

"What are your goals for Becky?" Nelly asked me.

I smiled at her and said, "Becky has let herself go. She is starting
to gain weight and lose definition, and I want her back to what she
looked like 5 years ago.

"In addition, some of her new activities will require significant
aerobic activity and a certain degree of limberness," I said, with a
wicked smile at Becky, who flushed even more. "She needs to build
stamina and flexibility."

"I think I can definitely help her, if she is willing to put the
effort in," said Nelly.

"Oh, she will put the effort in. I would like you to send her back to
me with a status report after every session. If you feel that she is
not working to her full potential, let me know and we can address that
at home," I said ominously. "I am sure that I can correct bad
behaviors without any problems.

"In fact," I continued, "if she is not behaving herself here, the
occasional swat on her behind should motivate her appropriately. Now
can you show us around the facility?"

We all stood up, Becky blushing furiously. As she got up, I noticed
something about her, so I walked over and whispered in her ear, "I may
have to let you wear panties when you are with me just to keep you
 from ruining too many of your clothes."

With a gasp, Becky put her hands behind her so that she could feel the
wet spot where she had leaked onto her skirt. If possible, she turned
even redder.

Veronica and Nelly led us out to the main floor. They showed us the
free weight section and the classrooms and described some of the
classes that she thought might be good for Becky to take. She then led
us to the machine room. "Since Becky has not worked out seriously
before," Nelly told me, "I think I will start her on some of these
machines for weight training as well as the treadmills and bicycles."

"Why don't you put Becky through a few of the machines now, to show
her what it will be like?" I asked Nelly.

"She is not really dressed appropriately. With a skirt...," Nelly
started.

"Don't worry about that, just get her into some sample positions," I
broke in.

"OK," Nelly said with a smirk. Becky looked like she might make a run
for the door. Nelly first put Becky on a machine where she lay face
down and hooked her legs under a cushion. She had to lift her legs to
lift the weight. The skirt came perilously close to her ass, but
nothing inappropriate showed. Veronica and I stood behind her, and
Veronica seemed to admire the view as much as I did.

The next machine was situated in front of a mirror. Becky had to sit
in a chair and push weight up from her shoulders. Nelly made sure that
Becky had correct form, which meant legs far apart and shoulders back
and upright. All four of us could see Becky clearly in the mirror,
with her chest pushed out, nipples standing at attention, and her
pussy clearly visible under her skirt. Nelly made Becky do four
repetitions before she could get up.

"Just one more machine to show you today," Nelly said. If Becky
thought she would be getting a reprieve, she was wrong. This machine
was once again in front of a mirror. On this machine, Becky's knees
went on the outside of two cushions, and the goal was to spread her
knees as far as she could then squeeze them together.

On the first repetition of this exercise, Becky was so embarrassed
that she could not even look at herself in the mirror. She not only
showed the hair of her pussy, but her pussy opened completely, showing
us all a very wet, very pink, very excited cunt. Nelly made her do ten
repetitions before stopping.

"Why don't I show Becky the dressing room?" Nelly asked me.

"Fine," I said.

As Nelly and Becky went into the changing area, I noticed one of the
other trainers we had talked to, Mickey, followed her. Veronica asked
me, "Is there anything that she won't do for you?"

"I haven't found anything yet, why?" I responded.

"Would you ever consider lending her out?" she asked. "I have to admit
that she makes me completely hot."

"Not right now, but give me a few weeks and I might be interested in
sharing," I replied.

"Would I have to follow the same rules she does?" Veronica asked.

"Would that be a problem?" I asked, looking directly into her eyes.

Veronica looked at me and shuddered a little bit, but our conversation
cut off as Becky and Nelly came out of the changing area.

"All set?" I asked.

Becky nodded, and I told Nelly, "She'll be in each day at about
2:30pm, starting tomorrow. Is that OK with you?"

"That's fine," said Nelly. "I'm not normally here on Sunday's, but
I'll make an exception and come in tomorrow. I look forward to working
with you, Becky."

"And I look forward to following up on this conversation at a later
date," Veronica said to me. "Thank you for signing Becky up."

As we were walking out, I asked Becky, "What happened in the changing
room?"

"Mostly Nelly was just showing my around," Becky answered, "But that
other trainer, Mickey, came in and kept asking me if I was alright, if
you were doing anything bad to me, if I needed help. I just told her I
was fine and to leave me alone, but I am not sure if she is
convinced."

"And are you fine?" I asked, looking carefully at her. "How do you
feel about what has happened this morning?"

Becky looked back at me, a considered expression on her face. "What
you did to me in there was utterly embarrassing and humiliating. You
treated me like a piece of property in front of all those people. They
know that you could do anything to me. You _exposed_ me to them. They
saw my pussy! And sir, if a strong wind came by right now and blew
over my clit, I would come like crazy!"

We were walking down the hallway to the entrance, and at the moment it
was deserted. I grabbed Becky and shoved her to the wall. I jammed a
finger up her overheated cunt and put another on her clit. At the same
time my other hand went under her tee shirt and grabbed a nipple,
while I locked my mouth on hers. Becky's eyes got wide in surprise and
alarm for a moment, and then she felt my hands on her. Saying she came
would be an understatement. She exploded. She melted. Or at least it
felt like she was melting, given all the liquid that was pouring over
my hand. After about 30 seconds, she sagged against me and whispered,
"Oh, sir."

I straightened Becky up. My hand was soaked when I pulled it out from
her skirt, and I held it up to her face. Becky looked at me for a
moment and then started sucking on each of my fingers. "Leave some for
me," I said, and I sucked the juices of the remaining fingers.

"You did so well in there," I said, "that I am going to take 5 more
off your total, so you will only get 10 with the paddle tonight."

"Thank you, sir," Becky said.

As we turned towards the door, I saw that Veronica had followed us out
and was watching from the end of the hallway, her hand in her
pants. She saw me and she flushed, pulling her hand from her pants. I
winked at her, and Becky and I left the gym.

"Sir, what did Veronica mean when she said she would follow up on the
conversation later?" Becky asked.

"Oh, she had just asked if she could borrow you for a bit," I
responded.

"What! Borrow me! How could she borrow me?" Becky exclaimed.

"You know," I said, "I give you to her for a day and tell you to do
whatever she wants," I replied.

"You would do that?" she asked.

"If I did, would you listen to me, and do what she wanted?" I
countered.

She was silent for while as we walked along. "I'm not sure, sir. I
want to please you, but I don't know what I would do if the situation
arose. I'd want to, for you, but I don't know if I could."

She looked at me, worried. I smiled at her. "That was very honest of
you, Becky. I told her no, she could not have you." Becky sighed with
relief.

"Of course, I also told her that in a few weeks I might share you with
her, so you never know." She looked at me in shock, but after a moment
smiled and held onto my arm.

"Its getting a little late in the day, and you still have a lot to
do," I told Becky. "I think we are going to save most of the clothes
shopping for tomorrow. What I want you to do today is buy one outfit
for tonight, something that will please me. Do you remember your other
errands for today?"

"Yes, sir. I need to go to the salon for my hair, top and bottom,"
Becky said with a smirk. "Then I need to buy some toys that you'd
like. And of course, I need to get that dress."

"That's fine. I am going to go home for a little nap, and then I have
to go into the office for a little while. I want you to take care of
all your errands, and then we'll have dinner at Max's. Meet me in the
bar at Max's at 7:00 to show me your new look."

"All of my new look, sir?" Becky asked me with a grin.

"You will definitely be showing me your entire new look in the
restaurant, you cheeky little slut," I replied, grinning back at
her. "You can drop your other packages off at the house before you get
ready for dinner. I'm very proud of you. You are doing so well."

"Thank you, sir. I love you so much," Becky told me. Then, with a
quick she was off on her errands.

+++++

I walked into the bar at Max's just after 7:00. I looked around, and
didn't see Becky at first. Then she turned around, and I got a good
look at her new hairstyle. Becky was sitting on a bar stool, and she
was wearing a green wraparound dress that was very short. It was tied
in such a way that her cleavage was quite evident, though her breasts
were not in apparent danger of falling out. She had gotten the hair
just right. It was nearly exactly the color red/orange that I loved,
not obviously fake, nor too brown. She'd done good.

Her makeup looked better than I'd seen in a while, and from across the
room it looked like she'd gotten her finger and toe nails polished as
well. As I walked up to her, she uncrossed her legs, and then, to my
surprise, opened them enough so that as I approached I could see right
up her dress. The light wasn't great, but it sure looked to me like
she had followed my orders to a tee.

When I got to her she remained on the bar stool, but she grabbed me in
her arms and pulled me in for a big kiss. She then hugged me, putting
her mouth by my ear and said, "Oh, sir, I feel like a new woman. Thank
you."

"Let's go get seated," I said. It was early, so there wasn't much of a
crowd in the bar, but as Becky gathered her stuff and settled her bar
tab, I noticed that a large percentage of the men, and not a few
women, were either looking at Becky lustfully or at me enviously.

It really made me think. Had Becky walked into this bar a few days ago
she would have turned a few heads, but not attracted this much
attention. A new haircut and makeup, a new sexy dress, and most
importantly a new more open attitude, and all of a sudden it's like
she's a goddess. Isn't life funny?

Becky, oblivious to my chain of thought, got up and said, "Ready?" her
eyes sparkling happily. I was, so we went to the restaurant and were
seated. We got a small, circular booth, and I seated Becky across from
me so that I could look at her.

We placed our drink orders and I picked up the menu. I noticed that
Becky had not picked up hers. I looked over at her and asked, "Are you
not hungry?"

"Famished," she said.

"Do you know what you want?" I asked.

"No," she said.

"Then shouldn't you be looking at the menu?" I inquired.

"That's not necessary," she said. "You just pick out anything you want
for me, and I will eat it."

Boy was I dense. We had done this dance just last night (just last
night!) If that was what she wanted, I was fine with that, although I
hope she wasn't expecting me to make all her decisions, just the ones
I cared about.

I looked at the menu and decided that as I planned to do with Becky, I
wanted to try a little of everything. When the waiter came over, I
asked that instead of main dishes, I'd like a sampling of appetizers
and, if the chef could put together a sampler of main dishes as well,
that would be great. He told me he would see what he could do, and off
he went.

I looked across the table at Becky. I loved her new look, but there
was something else I couldn't put my finger on. Then I got it. She
looked happy. As I have mentioned before, Becky was not usually a
happy person. She was always upset at something. Now, she simply
seemed happy. I pointed this out to her.

"How do you feel, Becky?" I asked, "How do you really feel?"

"I feel so good; I feel so free," she replied. "I don't know why. When
I was sitting at the salon, I thought about it a long time. I know I
said I wanted to make you happy, and I was doing this for you. But the
things that you have done to me, the things that you have put me
through already, should have made me furious. Or at the very least,
they should have made me feel cheap and used and taken advantage of.

"But they didn't. I feel happy, I feel content, I feel taken care
of. You told me you would use me for your pleasure, but since you
tried to break up with me, you have had exactly three orgasms while I
have had so many that I lost count; certainly more than ten. Do you
realize that in less than one day I have had more than ten orgasms?

"And not just ten plain orgasms. Each of them has been better than
anything I have had before. How can you be doing that to me? How can
you make me feel so good? But you know what? I don't care. How can I
be cheap, used, taken advantage of, when I am getting so much out of
this?

"And I'll tell you something else. When I am serving you, when I am
following your orders, even when I am exposing myself to strange women
at your command, I feel good about it. Last night, you told me that I
couldn't change into what I didn't want to be, and I said that maybe I
wasn't who I wanted be. I was saying that for you, but I realize I was
telling an absolute truth. I am not sure who I want to be, but I know
that I am happier with who I was last night, who I am today, than I
have been for a long time. I don't know if what we are doing will
satisfy me forever, but I can tell you for damn certain that I have
never been more satisfied in my life!"

And with that she sat back, looking satisfied indeed, and then, as if
remembering, looked down at the table and added "Sir."

I reached across the table and table and took Becky's hand. "That is
wonderful to hear," I said, kissing her hand. "The only thing that
could please me more than having you as a slave is having you as a
willing, happy slave. When I tried to break up with you the other day,
I thought that even though I truly loved you, I would have to move on
to someone who could better satisfy my needs. But having spent a
single day with the new Becky, I can't think of anyone that could
satisfy my needs more."

I let go of her hand and I leaned back. "That being said, however,
this is still a trial period, and I have to warn you that I will be
pushing you harder this month that I ever will again. I need to be
convinced you are doing, and enjoying, what you say you are; that this
won't be a dream that slips away after a few days."

Becky looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes. "Sir, you can test me
as much as you want. Push away. I thought about this a lot this
afternoon, and I can't imagine anything I won't do for you. The
pleasure you give me, the love I feel for you, is worth anything."

"Veronica?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Becky laughed loudly. "Sir, if it would make you happy I would go down
on Victoria on top of a table in the middle of this restaurant during
the dinner hour."

Now it was my turn to smile, albeit in stunned amazement. "That would
certainly be something to see, but I think a slightly more private
setting would be appropriate. However, speaking of displays of wanton
and lustful behavior, slide over near me and show me the rest of your
haircut."

Becky grinned and slid over. In the process, she hiked up her dress so
that it was at her waist. She sat in the booth, facing me so that the
table did not block my view, and she spread her legs. Her pussy was
absolutely smooth. I could see her clit peaking out, and her fluids
glistening on her lips.

"Are you going to mess up this dress like you did your skirt this
morning?" I asked.

"Most likely," she replied, grinning back at me.

"Then you just sit there and leave your dress like that for the rest
of the meal," I instructed her.

"Yes, sir!" she retorted, and leaned over and kissed me, letting me
taste her lipstick, her tongue, and some of her tonsils.

"Now are you ready to tell me about the remainder of your day?" I
asked.

"Oh yes sir, I certainly am" she replied.

"Go right ahead then," I told her.

"Well, as you recall, sir, I had to go to the salon, to buy a dress,
and to the sex shop. I decided to go to get the dress first. I went to
a nice store that I like, but usually don't buy clothes in because
they are too young, too sexy.

"A young saleswoman came up to me and asked if I needed help, so I
decided what the hell and told her I was not sure what to get, that I
tended to dress conservatively, but I needed something that would make
my boyfriend have a heart attack. I didn't call you master yet, but
when I can, I will! I also told her that I would not be wearing any
underwear with it.

"She got real flirty and she picked out a whole bunch of items. When
it was time for me to try them on, she asked if I needed help, but I
told her no. She reminded me that since I was not going to wear it
with underwear for you, I should take off my underwear now so that I
could judge the look. Oh, sir, you should have seen her face when I
told her I didn't have any underwear anymore.

"I tried on a couple of the dresses, and she insisted that I come out
after each one to get her opinion. On one dress, I came out with the
back completely undone, right down to my ass, and asked her to help me
do it up. In another, I leaned over in front of her and asked if she
could see my boobs. She said, 'Oh yes, and they are lovely'."

Becky giggled. "Was I awful?"

I smiled broadly at her. "Remember last weekend, you were trying on
some clothes at home, trying to find something you like to wear out?
You kept complaining about how you hated your body. Your actions with
that saleswoman don't seem to be the actions of someone that hates
their body, does it?"

Becky smiled shyly back at me. "I guess not. Oh, no! It must have been
awful to hear me complaining all the time. I'm sorry, how can I make
it up to you?"

"Well," I said, "you are making a good start. To continue, though, why
don't you retie that dress a little looser, so that more of your
cleavage is visible?"

Becky smiled evilly and untied the string on the side of her
dress. She then pulled the dress open, exposing her tit to me, as well
as to the waiter who had just arrived with our food.

"Oops," she said. "I guess that was a little too far. Sorry," she
retied her dress, this time with her tits in definite danger of
falling out.

After the waiter left, which it seemed he was very reluctant to do,
Becky leaned far over to me and whispered, "Will you feed my some of
the appetizers?" Of course, I could see completely down her dress when
she did leaned over, and a glance down showed her bald beaver, still
on display.

"Sit back in your seat, you brazen hussy," I ordered her, though my
voice had difficulty getting out, and my cock complained that I was
insane. "Tell me about the rest of your day."

"Well, after I picked out this dress, I paid for it, and the nice
saleslady gave me her card. She wrote her home phone on the back of
it, and told me to call anytime I needed anything at all. Maybe I
should call her and tell her she can have her way with me if she lets
you fuck her in her ass first?"

I realized that I was going to have a very difficult time making it
through dinner. This woman was driving me insane. After the last
pronouncement, she had picked up a celery stalk from our appetizers
and was giving it a very effective blowjob. I half expected to see it
come, and I suspected some of the people at the neighboring tables
thought so too.

"Stop that, you little slut, and get back to telling my about your
day," I told her.

"Sorry, sir," she said, not appearing to be very sorry. "After I left
the dress shop, I decided to go to the sex shop first, rather than
after I was all made up. Plus, waxing is always painful, and I wanted
to put it off as long as possible. So I went to the sex shop. I have
never really been in one, and I didn't know what to expect, but the
one I was in seemed to have a fairly large selection.

"The guy behind the counter was a little skeevy looking, so I didn't
play any games with him, but I did look around a lot. If you don't
mind, sir, I'd like to skip describing what I got so that I can
surprise you when we get home."

"That's OK with me," I said, "But can you at least tell me if you
purchased a paddle?"

"Yes, sir. I know I have discipline with a paddle coming, so I bought
a few so that you can pick out the one you feel serves the purpose
best."

"That's good, Becky," I said. "What happened when you went to the
salon?"

"Well, I went in and arranged for a waxing, a manicure, a pedicure and
haircut with coloring. I did the waxing first. I went in and the woman
asked me what I wanted. There were a few other workers around, but I
said what you told me to. I said, 'I need everything gone below my
neck. You need to be sure to do a good job, because I will get one hit
with a paddle on my ass for every hair that is left.'

"Needless to say, that got a reaction. The woman doing me looked
shocked, but one of the other workers said, 'You should leave some
hairs, as long as she lets me watch when she is paddled!'

The waxer hustled me in and started her job. During the process, she
whispered to me, 'Were you serious?' I told her that I was, so please
be very careful. She actually did look very carefully for hair, even
between my legs. It was quite funny, when it wasn't painful. If you
think spanking me hurts, you should see what waxing does!"

"So you are recommending that when you need to be punished, I should
use hot wax. Mmmmm, that's a thought," I said.

Becky looked horrified. "No that's not what I meant. Oh well, I guess
if you want to use hot wax, I'll put up with it.

"After the waxing, the manicure and pedicure and haircut went
normally. I hope the color is right. I tried to think about what you
seemed to like in the past, but I wasn't sure. If this isn't right,
I'll go get it fixed."

"Actually," I said, "it is close to perfect! I didn't realize that you
knew what I liked so well, but I appear to be learning! So, it sounds
like you enjoyed your day for the most part?"

"Sir," Becky said, "I enjoyed my day completely. Even the parts I
shouldn't have liked, like getting my hair pulled out by the roots and
having my pussy shown to strangers made me excited, knowing I was
doing it for your pleasure. I can't believe that I felt that way, but
I did."

"And tomorrow, we go shopping for more clothes," I said. "Do you know
if your friend will be in the store that you visited today?"

"I don't know, sir, but I have her home number, and I can call and ask
if you'd like."

"Not a bad idea, love. Why don't you do that now?" I asked her.

Becky got out her cell phone and the business card and placed a
call. She listened for a minute and said, "It's a machine."  I told
her to leave a message, and tell the woman that she would be in
tomorrow at about 12:00. She did so, and put away her phone.

"And are you looking forward to your workout tomorrow?" I asked. "Do
you think I should send you in workout clothes, or in a skirt?"

"Oh please, sir," Becky replied, wide-eyed, "not a skirt! Can you
imagine what it would be like with my pussy looking like this?"

"Can you?" I retorted, reaching down and swiping my finger in her
extremely wet pussy. Becky jumped, and I put my finger in my mouth and
sucked her juice off. "I do believe that you forgot that you were that
exposed."

"Oh my god, I did," Becky exclaimed. "I can't believe that I forgot
that I was sitting in a restaurant with my pussy on display!"

Getting back to the subject at hand, I asked Becky, "What are you
going to do if Nelly or Veronica comes in to watch you change?"

"I guess I'll just go there dressed in my gym clothes," Becky
responded.

"No you won't," I said. "You will go there in a skirt and blouse with
no underwear. You will go into the changing room, take off all of your
clothes, put them neatly in the locker, and then put on your gym
clothes. If one of them tries to touch you, however, you may tell them
that they have to ask me for permission before they do."

Becky was breathing heavily, clearly excited. "Sir," she said, "would
it be OK if we go home soon? I really need you."

"So eager for your paddling, I see"

Becky put her hand to her mouth, having forgotten that
detail. Nonetheless, I got the check and had Becky fix her dress and
we went home.



When we got home, Becky asked, "Sir, would you mind waiting here while
I get the bedroom ready for you?"

"That's fine," I answered.

"Thank you, sir. I'll call you when I am have finished preparing
everything for you," Becky told me.

I relaxed for a few minutes, got a drink of water and took the
opportunity to think again. Here it was, the end of day one of our
thirty-day trial. I had gone into this assuming that Becky would be a
little nicer and more thoughtful to me for a while, but she would
slowly revert back to being the same high maintenance woman that she
had always been.

Well, she was certainly nicer to me; that was a fact. But not just a
little. And she was certainly thinking of me, how much I'd find out in
a few minutes when I saw the results of her shopping excursion. And if
my mind was not playing tricks on me, she had opened the discussion of
giving herself to another woman if said woman would allow me to fuck
her ass. Somehow, I didn't think a slow reversion to the old Becky was
in the cards; if it were slow, it would take a hundred years, because
the difference between old Becky and new Becky was not small.

Then I thought about the future. How would this change our lives? I
don't think it would change our professional lives much, but we had a
number of friends as a couple. We had been living together for two
years, so even our personal friends knew both of us. How would we act
around them? What would Becky want to be around them?

And I realized that I really cared about that. Despite my wanting to
our relationship to be about me, I truly cared what Becky wanted as
well. I wanted to push Becky, in some respects I wanted to embarrass
her, but only safely. I wasn't sure how to make Becky feel safe and
comfortable around our friends, while still maintaining our current
relationship. Especially if we lasted the month (something I was
beginning to desire more and more) and I marked her as my slave.

Becky called me into the bedroom then, and I just said to myself,
"Things have gone completely differently than I ever thought they
would. I'll just play it by ear and see what develops; that seems to
be working for me so far!"

I walked into the bedroom, and stopped just inside the door. On the
floor at the foot of the bed was Becky. She was naked, on her
knees. Her legs we spread as we had discussed, and her newly smooth
pussy was on display. Her hands were on the floor behind her and her
back was arched, presenting her breasts to me. Her head was bowed,
looking at the floor by my feet. Behind her, on the bed, was a truly
impressive set of toys.

"Sir," Becky said, oddly formally "I have purchased the items on the
bed for your pleasure and use. Please feel free to use them, and me,
in any way you want. Everything in this room, including me, is here
exclusively for you pleasure."

I walked around her to the bed to take a look at what was there. The
holidays had certainly come early for me. She had laid everything out
artistically. There were a number of items there that I expected to
see. As promised, there were a number of paddles. There were also some
leather cuffs and handcuffs, a dog collar and a nicer collar, both
with leashes and a few blindfolds. There was a set of dildos and
butt-plugs called an 'Anal Training Kit', as well as a few other
vibrators, including one with a wireless remote control.

But there were some things there that surprised me as well. She had
bought some porn, both along slave/spanking lines as well as some anal
titles. And then there were the S/M items. There were some leatherwear
items that had a lot of straps and rings. There were ball gags. There
were nipple clips, a flogger, a crop and a whip!

"Becky," I asked when my head stopped spinning, "were all these things
bought with me exclusively in mind, or were some for you?"

"Well, sir," she said, "you've already surprised me with your desires,
and I wanted to make sure that you had everything you might want to
use."

"And you are OK with me using any of these on you?" I asked.

"I think so, sir," she responded.

"So if I wanted to handcuff you, attach the nipple clips, and whip
your tits with the crop, you would be OK with that?" I asked.

"I want to make you happy, sir. It might not be my favorite thing, but
I would try and endure to please you." she replied. My head was
spinning again.

"OK, Becky," I told her, "While you understand that I want to be in
charge in this relationship, there will be many times where I want to
know what you want. What I want you to do now is to go over and pick
out three items on the bed that are your favorites. And I want you to
be completely honest."

Becky looked up at me, and then she stood up and looked over the
bed. She stood there for a moment, looking over the choices. Then she
reached out and made her selection. She separated out a collar and
leash, the leather cuffs and the nipple clips! She presented them to
me.

"Becky," I said, "part of serving me is serving me with your mind as
well as your body. I need you to be completely open and honest with
me. Tell me why you chose those items."

Her face flushed and her head bowed. In a quite voice, she said, she
said, "I chose the cuffs so that I could be completely in your
control. I chose the collar so that I would feel like I was your
pet. And when you spanked me, it hurt, but it made me feel so
good. You made me cum by playing with my nipples. I wanted to see what
it would be like when you clamped these clips on my nipples. I wanted
to know if it would hurt, feel good, or both."

If she didn't stop making my head spin, I would probably pass out. Or
maybe it was that there was no blood left in my head, it having all
migrated south. I told Becky to turn around, and I placed the cuffs on
her wrists, connecting them together behind her back. I then lifted
her hair and put the collar on her neck, kissing her neck first.

Before I closed the collar, I said to her, "Becky, this collar is not
yours. This is a temporary toy. At the end of the month, if we both
have enjoyed ourselves and want to continue, I will get you a
different collar, your collar. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she said, and there were tears in her eyes. I kissed her
deeply. She could not wrap her arms around me, and in a way, that felt
very good, as if I was the one wrapping her in my protection.

"Now," I said when I was done with the kiss, "back to business. Since
your arms seem to be unavailable, I'd better clear the bed." I took
most of the items off the bed, leaving some in easy reach. One item
that I left on the bed was a wicked looking paddle.

"Before you get the punishment that is coming to you, there is one
more thing we have to do," I said, and taking her leash, I led her to
the living room. I went to the video camera and rewound it. "You were
home by yourself today," I said. "Now we'll see how well you obey
instructions when you are alone." Her eyes got big.

I put on the TV, and fast-forwarded through us leaving in the morning,
and then watched as Becky walked in the door. She seemed to be quite
excited as she walked through the living room and went to the bedroom.

"Well, that's two more for not taking your clothes off at the door," I
told her. Then we saw her come back out and go to the kitchen and get
a drink. She was still dressed. "And three more for remaining dressed
in the apartment." In a little while she came back out in her evening
clothes and left the apartment.

"Becky, Becky, Becky," I said, "What was the fourth rule?"

"I am not allowed to wear any clothes in the house except those you
approve," she said.

"And what clothes have I approved?" I asked.

"My white leather mini," she replied.

"And did I approve the clothes that you were wearing in the video?" I
asked.

"No, sir," she responded.

"And what is going to happen as a result?" I asked.

"Five more with the paddle," she said.

"Do you deserve them?" I asked.

"Oh, yes sir. I forgot a rule, and deserve to be punished. Please
punish me so that I will remember next time," Becky pleaded.

I reset the video recorder, and I led Becky to the bedroom. I
unclipped Becky's hands and had her lie down on the bed, and then I
re-clipped her hands above her head.

"Time to see how a good a job your waxer did," I told Becky, and I
began to re- explore her body, this time with only my fingertips and
my eyes. I checked under her arms, over her nipples (not expecting
any, but hey, I'm allowed my fun!), and down her legs. I saved her
beautiful, bald pussy for last. Finally, I looked all around her
pussy, spreading her lips. I couldn't help it, and took a swipe with
my tongue.

Then I had Becky turn over onto her knees, her ass in the air, her
hands bound above her head. I inspected her ass and around her asshole
as well, taking a swipe of that with my tongue as well. I asked Becky,
"How many do you get?"

"Fifteen with the paddle, sir," she responded.

"That is correct, Becky, though we will add six more for the hairs I
discovered, though those should really go to your waxer. Oh well, your
sexy ass is here, and hers is not," I said. "Another job of yours will
be to remember your punishments. Also, if you feel you've done
something to incur a punishment when I am not around, it is your
responsibility to tell me, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Becky said, "I will track my punishments, and I will tell
you whenever I feel I deserve to be punished."

With that, I got undressed, picked up the paddle, took a test swing in
the air, then laid the first one on her right ass cheek with a loud
crack. Becky screamed and jumped, but settled back down quickly and
said, "Thank you, sir."

I put another one on her left ass cheek with the same results. After
the first six, her ass was beginning to glow a bright red. By the
tenth, she was sobbing, but still saying thank you after each. I
continued alternating cheeks till the last one, which I placed
squarely between her cheeks, also getting her thighs.

After I was done Becky said, "Thank you, sir, for disciplining me. Oh,
sir, please, if you touch my pussy I will come!" So I did. I reached
in and ran my fingers between her lips and down to her clit. As soon
as I touched her clit she came. As she was coming I sunk two fingers
deeply into her, and I could feel her squeezing them tightly. I
couldn't take it any more.

I got up behind her, and sunk my cock into her in one stroke. Then I
pulled out and rammed her hard, slapping my hips against her red,
abused ass. It was just too tempting, so on each stroke I slapped her
red ass. I don't think Becky stopped coming from the time I first
touched her clit until I dropped my load in her pussy after just a
dozen strokes.

After I came, I rolled to my side, taking Becky with me, my cock still
embedded in her pussy. I reached down and disconnected her hands, and
then reached around her, holding her tit as I spooned her. "I love
you," I said.

"I love you, too, sir, and thank you for taking such good care of me,"
Becky said. I wasn't sure I understood that completely, but I was too
tired to think about it. My cock slowly slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"May I go to the bathroom to clean up?" Becky asked.

"No, you may not," I replied, "but you can before you wake me
tomorrow."

"Thank you, sir," Becky said, and then slipped out of my grip.

"Hey, where do you think you are going?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have certain responsibilities," she replied,
and she moved down and started cleaning my cock up with her mouth and
tongue.

When she was done, she slipped back into my arms so that I spooned her
 from behind again, and said, "Responsibilities that are pleasures as
well." With that, we both fell asleep.

During the night, however, I woke up with another hard on. I wasn't
entirely awake, but this wasn't an entirely uncommon occurrence. In
the past, I would wake up like this, typically in the middle of a
dream, give myself a few strokes with my hand and fall back asleep,
back into whatever dream I was having.

This time, I reached down to stroke and I bumped into Becky's ass. I
thought, "Hey, why bother with stroking?" so I moved Becky's leg
around a little bit, and slipped cock into her again. She wasn't as
wet as she had been earlier, but she was far from dry, and I slipped
in with no problem.

Becky gave a low, deep moan as I moved myself in and out a few times,
but I was really not awake enough for a full fuck, and I shortly fell
asleep asking myself, 'How good can this get?'









Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter 2

*Sunday - Day 2*

I woke up to the smell of waffles and a warm, wet, sucking feeling on
my cock. I luxuriated in it for a few moments, and then looked down at
Becky. She pulled off my cock, smiled up at me, and said, "This
morning I thought I'd be both your wake- up slut and your serving
wench." She nodded to the bedside where there was a plate of waffles
and a glass of orange juice (I'm one of those heathens who doesn't
drink coffee).

"Would you like for me to continue, would you like to use my body in
some other way, or shall I serve you breakfast, sir?" Becky
asked. Choices, choices, choices.

"Come up here, you temptress," I told her, and grabbed her on top of
me for some serious kissing. When I felt relatively satisfied with the
kiss, I turned over and said, "I think I'd like to feed you. Stay
right there."

I got the waffles, cut them into small bits, and dunked them liberally
in syrup. I took turns putting a piece in my mouth, then another in
her. Since she was lying under me, occasional drops of syrup
inevitably ended up on her chest, stomach and neck. It was a lot of
work, but I made the sacrifice and cleaned it up with my
tongue. Somehow I also managed to get some on my cock, which she was
kind enough to clean off for me.

When I was done, I had her get on her hands and knees, and I poured a
line of syrup from her tailbone to her neck. I then slowly licked up
all the syrup, starting from her tailbone (OK, maybe I started a
little lower than that) and up to her neck. As I moved up, I lined my
cock up with her pussy, and slowly impaled her as I moved my tongue up
her back. When I was done cleaning her back, I settled in to a nice,
slow fuck.

I was feeling like teasing her today, so I never let her get too close
to coming, right until the very end. Right before she was going to
come, I pulled out and said, "You know, I think I _would_ like a
blowjob this morning." She groaned, but turned around and buried her
face in my crotch. She continued the theme of slow and dragged it out
for quite some time, before I came hard in her mouth. When I was done,
she cleaned me completely, and looked at me expectantly.

"Up," I said, giving her as a quick swat, "we have to get clean and go
shopping."

"Yes, sir," she said, and we got into the shower. It was playful as we
washed each other, and I got her even more excited, but not enough to
help let her cum.

I had Becky get dressed in a skirt that came to mid thigh and a nice
v-neck tee shirt. When we were ready to leave, I said, "There is one
more thing I'd like you to wear today."

I went to the toys she had purchased the day before, and pulled out
the anal training kit. Her eyes widened as I got out the smallest butt
plug and the lubricant. "Bend over and put your hands on the bed," I
told her.

"Yes, sir," she said quietly. When she was bent over, I pulled her
skirt up over her ass. First, I licked and nibbled at it, finding it
too sexy to resist. Then, I licked my tongue around her puckered
hole. Finally, I lubed the butt plug and inserted it as she grunted.

"Does that hurt," I asked?

"No, sir, but it feels full," she responded.

"Well, that should keep you occupied while we shop," I told her.

She looked over at me and asked, "I have to have this in me while we
shop? What about in changing rooms?"

"If someone asks, you may tell them that I am training you to accept
my cock in your ass," I instructed her.

She looked back down, took a couple of deep breaths and said, "Yes,
sir."

I slapped her ass, put her dress back down, and said, "Let's go."

It was still too early to visit the store where she had shopped
yesterday, but we went to a mall. As we proceeded, I could tell that
she was walking a little gingerly. "Does it hurt," I asked.

"Not exactly, sir," she replied, "but it's not exactly comfortable,
either."

I walked with her a little ways longer, till I came to the alcove
where the restrooms were. As it was still early, there was no one
around. "I'll tell you what," I said. "If you are not sopping wet,
then I will let you go into the restroom and remove it."

She blushed and lowered her head, and I slipped my hand under her
skirt. As I suspected, it was like a fountain. I dipped two fingers in
her and I could feel the butt plug through the back wall of her
pussy. I also flicked her clit, and in just seconds she was close to
coming. I pulled out, licked off one of my fingers and presented the
other to her.

"So that is uncomfortable?" I asked, as she cleaned off my finger with
her mouth.

"I didn't say unpleasant, sir," she smirked at me.

"You'd better be careful, missy, or I'll take you over my knee right
here!" I told her.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry," she said, entirely un-chastened.

We continued strolling the mall, looking at dresses and skirts in the
various stores. I had her try some outfits on, but all the dressing
rooms were private and there was no one worth showing Becky off to. We
ended up purchasing a few outfits, but nothing too fabulous, mostly
nice skirts and blouses for her to wear to work.

Soon it was time to head over to the boutique she had shopped in
yesterday. When we arrived, Becky didn't see the woman from
yesterday. I was disappointed, and I could not tell if Becky was
disappointed or relieved. We looked around and the clothes here were
definitely sexier and more revealing. I had picked out a couple of
short skirts with high slits when a voice behind us asked, "Can I help
you find something?"

I turned around and looked at the saleswoman. She was dressed
professionally in a skirt and blouse and had blonde hair, slightly
longer than shoulder length. She had blue eyes and large breasts. A
few years younger and she would have been mistaken as a high school
cheerleader. When Becky turned around, she said, "Oh, it's you again!"

So this was the saleswoman from yesterday. We introduced ourselves,
and her name was Christine. "What are you looking for today?" she
asked Becky.

Before Becky could answer I said, "Well, Christine, as Becky told you
yesterday, most of her clothes are fairly conservative. Those are no
longer acceptable, so I need to pick out clothes for her that please
me. Is there anything in this store that you think would please me?"

Christine looked at me, then at Becky, and smiled nervously. "I'm sure
there is a lot in this store that you will like," she replied. "What
kind of item are you looking for?"

"Absolutely no pants," I said, "or anything that is too difficult to
get off or around in a hurry. Becky will be losing a couple of sizes
soon, so I don't want to get too much, but what we do get should be
tight in all the right places. They should be comfortable, but that is
secondary to how it looks to me."

Christine seemed to regain some of her composure and started picking
some items out for Becky. I held them up in front of Becky, treating
her almost like a mannequin. When we had enough items, I told
Christine, "Becky is a little jumpy this morning, so perhaps you could
help her get into some of these outfits?"

Christine looked in surprise from me to Becky and finally said, "I'd
be happy to."

Then I said, "Becky, follow Christine and try on the outfits. Come out
with each of them on so I can decide what you should get."

"Yes, sir," Becky replied.

Christine led Becky into the changing area, and later that day Becky
reported to me the following conversation. When they got in the back,
Becky began acting submissive to Christine. She asked, "Which outfit
shall I try on first?"

Christine knew something was going on, and asked Becky, "What is the
deal? Are you really going to let him dress you?"

Becky replied, "I am going to let him do whatever he wants with me."

"What are you, his slave?" Christine asked.

"Oh no, not yet, but I hope to be one day," Becky replied.

"So you do anything that he wants?" Christine asked.

"Yes," was Becky's answer.

Christine moved closer, backing Becky up against the wall. "And if he
told you to do what I wanted, would you do it?"

"Yes, if he told me to," Becky replied.

"Maybe I'll ask him for you," Christine said, backing off a little and
running her hand down Becky's cheek.

"I'm not sure you'd like that," Becky told her.

"Why not?" asked Christine.

"Because," Becky said, moving forward until it was Christine backed to
the wall, "before he'd give me to you he'd want something from
you. And I'm pretty sure what he'd want is your ass."

"What do you mean?" Christine asked.

"I mean," Becky replied, "that he would strip you naked, bend you
over, and bury his amazing cock deep into that sexy ass of yours." And
with that Becky leaned forward and put a quick kiss on Christine's
lips. Then Becky backed up, looked at Christine with a twinkle in her
eyes, and again asked, "Which outfit shall I try on first?"

Christine regained her composure a little and picked out a short,
revealing purple outfit and said, "Try this."

Becky removed her clothes, putting them on the chair behind her. She
made sure that she turned around, so that Christine could see the
butt-plug still firmly in place. Christine saw, and gasped, "What is
that?"

"That is a butt-plug. He is training me to accept his cock in my ass,"
Becky told her, as I had instructed her to.

"You were serious about what you said before?" Christine asked.

Becky just smiled and put the dress on. Then she left the dressing
room and came out to me. I had her turn all around, twirl to see how
high the dress went, and then bend over, both towards me and away so
that I could see what would be exposed when she did that. When she
bent towards me her breasts were completely visible, and all the way
down to her bare pussy. When she bent away from me, I could see the
lips of her pussy peeking out.

I liked it, but I wanted to see more, so I told her to try on the next
one. I noticed that Christine was flushed, and appeared to be
perspiring.

As Becky tried on the next dress, Christine looked at her and said,
"Your thighs are wet."

Becky was quite getting into the scene, so she said, "I know. When he
fucked me this morning he would not let me cum and I am very wound
up." Christine was once again shocked as Becky left to show me this
outfit.

As she was changing into the next outfit, Christine asked her quietly,
"Would it be worth it?"

"Would what be worth it?" Becky asked.

"Would it be worth giving him my ass to have you?" Christine
responded.

Now it was Becky's turn to be shocked. She had been having fun
teasing, but now it looked like Christine was getting more serious.

"I don't know," said Becky. "I've never been with a woman. Maybe you
need to ask him if I'm worth it."

When they came out they both looked flushed. I had Becky twirl for me,
and asked Christine, "Do you think she looks sexy in that?"

Christine looked over Becky, licked her lips and said, "Oh, yeah."
Becky giggled and headed back to the changing room, pulling Christine
with her.

The next dress had a built in push up bra, and as Becky was getting
into it, Christine said, "Let me help," and grabbed Becky's breast to
place it in the cup correctly.

Becky groaned and said, "Don't let me sit down, or I'll ruin the back
of this dress!" Christine gaped at her as Becky came back to me.

As this was the last dress she was to try on, I told Christine, "I'll
take this one, the first and the second."

"OK," said Christine, "I'll wrap them up." Becky changed back into her
clothes, and Christine wrapped up the dresses as I paid for the
purchases.

Before we left, I said, "Wait a minute. Becky, you look more worked up
than before we came in here. Did Christine take advantage of you in
the changing room?"

"Well," Becky said, "She did kiss me and she fondled my breasts."

"But --" started Christine, before I interrupted her.

"Did you kiss Becky and feel her breasts?"

"Yes, but..." Christine said, before I broke in again.

"Becky is in a vulnerable position and you took advantage of her? Why
did you think that you could do that? Maybe it's because Becky was
undressed and you are fully dressed, you thought you could use her as
you wanted?"

"No, it's just..." Christine started again, but I did not allow her to
continue.

"Maybe you need to feel what it is like to be vulnerable? Becky, take
off Christine's panties!" I ordered.

Christine's mouth fell open in shock, but Becky went up to Christine
and knelt in front of her. Without a word, she reached under
Christine's skirt and pulled her panties down. Christine stepped out
of them when they reached her feet, clearly still in shock.

Becky held them up for me and said, "It's almost like she wasn't
wearing any." They were thin, lacy, nearly transparent and stained
with moisture. Christine blushed.

"Not so powerful now, are you?" I asked. "How does it feel to be taken
advantage of? Kiss her, Becky."

While the kiss in the dressing room was fairly chaste, this one was
not. Becky practically attacked her mouth, and her tongue was moving
deeply into Christine's mouth. As she was kissing, I asked, "What else
did she do to you?"

Without responding verbally, Becky's hands came up and squeezed
Christine's tits. She quickly slipped her hand under her shirt and bra
to fondle her nipples.

"That's enough," I said, and Becky immediately stopped. Christine
practically swooned.

"Now do you see what you get when you take advantage of innocent
women?" I asked. "Let's go, Becky."

I took the packages and started out, but Becky said, "One moment,
sir." She ran back and gave Christine a card with her telephone
number. "Call me when you are ready to give up your ass," she
whispered to Christine before running back to me.

+++++

The experience in the dress store left Becky even more hot and
bothered. "How do you enjoy that experience, Becky?" I asked.

"Sir, I loved it. I want to do everything you tell me to, but I have
to admit, sir, that I particularly liked being in control of
Christine. In the dressing room, when I kissed her, I almost came."

"Well, you told me she had kissed you in the dressing room. Are you
saying that you initiated it?"

She looked abashed as she said, "Yes, sir."

"And what about the breast fondling? Did she do that, or did you
encourage it?" I asked.

"No, sir! She did that on her own. Though I have to admit that I
probably helped her feel turned on enough to do it," she answered.

"Well, you will have to be punished for the deception about kissing
her, but that will wait. I think it is Christine that should do the
punishing for that," I told Becky.

"Yes, sir," Becky responded.

"So, do you think you would like to treat Christine as I treat you?" I
asked.

"Oh, yes sir. In fact, if we keep talking about it I may come without
you touching me!" was Becky's response.

"Well, we mustn't have that," I said. "Let's go home and get changed
for the gym." When we got home, I told Becky that I had changed my
mind, and that she should change before we left. I allowed Becky to
change into her gym outfit, a little workout piece in grey sweat suit
material that covered her breasts tightly and was large enough to
cover her pussy and ass.

Before we left I said, "You lied to me about what happened in the
dressing room, and as a result I forced Christine to accept a kiss
 from you. I will allow Christine to punish you for that, but there is
the matter of your punishment for lying to me. I want you to suck me
now."

"Yes, sir!" Becky said eagerly, and went to work. In a short time her
talented mouth had me ready to come. Just before I did, I pulled her
off me, and to her surprise, threw her on the bed. I pulled aside the
gusset of her exercise outfit and shoved my cock into her steamy pussy
in one stroke. She groaned, but two strokes later I pulled out till
just the head of my cock was in her and I came in her, not allowing
her a chance to come herself.

I got off of her and put her outfit back into place. She said,
"Please, sir, can I make myself come?"

"Sure," I replied, "just as soon as you finish your workout."

She groaned, but we went to the gym.

+++++

When we got to the gym, Veronica greeted us. "Ready for your workout?"
she asked Becky.

"I think so," Becky replied, as Nelly came up.

"OK then," Nelly said, "Let's get started."

I sat with Veronica as Nelly put Becky through her paces. First, she
did twenty minutes on the treadmill. Then Nelly sat down in front of
the mirrors at one of the workout machines. She looked at herself in
the mirror and then whirled towards me, finally realizing the extent
of her punishment. The crotch of her workout suit was soaked with my
cum.

"Your friend looks a little excited," Veronica said to me. "Is she
always this excited about working out?"

I looked at Veronica as I considered her. She was certainly
attractive, and she had expressed interest in borrowing Becky. I
wasn't ready to lend her out, but I was interested to see where she
would go with this.

"It isn't her juices leaking out, it's mine," I told Veronica.

"Really? Didn't she want to clean up before wearing that?" Veronica
asked.

"Well, what she wanted is not really relevant. However, she is being
punished for lying to me, so she was not allowed to clean herself up,"
I said.

"What did she say to deserve this?" she asked, pointing to Becky, who
was on a machine with her legs spread and the wet crotch of her
workout suit sticking to her pussy lips.

"She told me that a woman had kissed her, when she had been the one to
initiate the kiss," I said.

"So she kisses other women, and you are OK with that?" she asked.

"When the other women do as I tell them," I told Veronica.

"And what did this other woman have to do?" she asked.

"Well, if she wants Becky, and she does, she will first have to give
up her ass to me, and then she will belong to Becky," I replied.

At this point, Veronica's large nipples were clearly visible under her
shirt, and she was squirming in her seat.

"And what would someone have to go through to have Becky belong to
them temporarily?" Veronica asked.

I thought about that for a few minutes, and then I said, "No matter
who comes into our house, and their relationship with Becky, it has to
be clear that I am in charge. If someone wanted to be dominant to
Becky, they would first have to spend a weekend demonstrating their
submissiveness to me."

She looked at me for a while, and then she looked down and said, "I'll
keep that in mind. Thanks for chatting. I'll see you later," and off
she went. I hung out until Becky was done.

When Becky was finished her workout, I asked Nelly how she had
done. "She is doing fine. She is working hard, and if she keeps this
up, we can get her body in great shape."

"Great," I said, "she'll come by tomorrow after work. Does she know
what to do?"

"Yup, and I'll see her again on Wednesday," Nelly told me.

I took Becky home. As soon as we got in the door, she stripped off her
clothes. I took her and put her in the shower. I washed her body all
over, and spent a long time on her hair. "I want you to know that I
think you are doing really well, and you are making me very happy," I
told Becky.

"Thank you, sir, I am trying," she responded.

"Are you enjoying yourself as well?" I asked.

"Surprisingly, I am. I feel good about my workout, and I enjoyed my
time shopping," she told me. She lowered her eyes and whispered, "I
even enjoyed my punishment, all parts of it, sir."

I smiled and asked, "Did Nelly say anything to you about it?"

"She said it looked like I was _really_ enjoying working out, but I
told her that it was more like you were really enjoying me. You are
really enjoying me, aren't you?"

"You know I am, you sweet little thing!" I said. "And how do you feel
about Christine?"

"I enjoyed playing with her, sir," she said.

"Would you want to take it further?" I asked.

"I think so, sir," she replied.

"Have you ever done anything with a woman before?" I asked.

"You know I haven't, sir!" she exclaimed.

"How do you think I would feel, watching the two of you together?" I
asked.

Becky smirked at me and said, "I think it would turn you on, and you
wouldn't know which one of us to fuck first!"

"And how would you feel watching me fuck another woman?" I asked.

Her expression turned serious, and she said, "Sir, a week ago I would
have wanted to cut your balls off. Hell, a week ago I could not
imagine calling you sir, sir. However, I think we have both
changed. If I was there with you, I would not only be OK with you
fucking her, or even someone else, I would put your cock into them
myself. Even if I were not with you, I would not be concerned, because
I know that no one can please you like I do. I have only one request,
sir."

"And what is that, my little slut?" I asked.

"Please don't fuck anyone else in the ass before you do me? You never
had anyone else in the ass, and I want to give you my anal virginity
for your first time. Please, sir," Becky pleaded.

Once again, she had shocked me. "Becky, my dear," I said, "not only
will you be the first ass I have, but I promise you that I will not
sleep with anyone other than you, unless you are present or I have
told you in advance. I do love you, and I can't imagine anyone else
satisfying me the way you do."

Becky smiled up at me, and we kissed deeply. Then I swatted her on her
ass and I told her, "Now let's get out of here and relax the rest of
today."

I had Becky put on her in home wear, the short white mini skirt, I
ordered out for food, and we relaxed on the couch. When the delivery
person arrived, I got up to pay, but I had Becky stay on the couch, in
full view of the door, wearing just her skirt. I loved how red her
face got, and I'm sure the delivery guy loved it as well.

After the movie and dinner, I took Becky to bed and I slowly made love
to her. I held her tight afterwards, and told her that I loved
her. "Tomorrow is a work day, and things go a little back to
normal. How do you feel about that?" I asked Becky.

"Oh my god!" Becky exclaimed. "I can't wear underwear to work, can I?"

I shook my head no.

"I am going to feel very weird at work, but I'll do whatever you want,
sir," she said.

"And when you get home from work tomorrow, what are you going to do?"
I asked.

"I'm going to go to the gym, and then I'm going to come home and
change into my house clothes and wait for you to come home so that you
can use my body as you want," she said.

"Very good," I said. "Now roll over on to me and go to sleep. You have
to get up early." And that is what we did.




Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter 3

*Monday - Day 3*

Mmmmm, is there anything nicer than being woken up with a blowjob?
Especially one as good as Becky was giving me. I looked down at her,
and she was fully dressed, looking very professional in her blouse and
skirt.

She looked at me, took her mouth off my cock and said, "It's your
wake-up blowjob from your wake-up slut, sir. Is there anyway that you
want to use me?"

"Just keep doing what you are doing, honey," I said, and relaxed and
enjoyed it. When she finished, and swallowed, I kissed her good
morning. "Before you go," I said, "there is one more thing you need to
do. Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the bed."

As I went to get the next size up butt-plug, she asked, "At work,
sir?"

"Anywhere I want you to," I said, and inserted the butt-plug in her. I
gave her the lubricant and said, "You can take it out if you have to
go to the bathroom, but you need to put it back when you are
finished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she said.

"Then have a good day at work," I told her, gave her a kiss and she
left.

Becky goes to work a few hours earlier than I do, but she gets out
early as well. That is how she would be able to go to the gym early,
and still get home before I do.

I enjoyed the rest of the morning and then went to work, where I
manage computer systems. During the day, I called Becky's best friend,
Jamie.

"Hey," she said after she answered the phone, "to what do I owe the
honor of this call?"

"Becky asked me to call you," I said. "She wants you to stop by after
work today to give you something, or ask you something, I'm not sure
what. Do you have time today?"

"Sure," she said. "How are things going otherwise?"

We chitchatted for a few minutes, and then we both got back to
work. Jamie had been Becky's best friend for a long time, and I wanted
to test the waters on how she acted around our friends. I thought
Jamie would be the best person to start with.

+++++

That night, I arrived home to a treat. As soon as I walked in the
door, Becky, dressed as I had instructed, jumped me. She pushed me
against the wall, kissing and hugging me.

"Please, sir," she pleaded, "please fuck me. Fuck me now!" She dropped
to her knees, pulled my cock out, and swallowed it into her mouth.

Never one to turn down a desperate woman, I picked Becky up, bent her
over the couch, raised her skirt and sank my cock into her. She was
coming as soon as I started, but I still had a long way to go. I
noticed she was still wearing her butt-plug, and as I was moving my
cock in and out of her, I started doing the same with the butt-plug.

"Oh, what are you doing to my ass, sir?" she cried, as she continued
to come. I kept fucking her until I was ready to come, and then I
said, "Dinner time," and pulled out and went around to her face. She
grabbed my cock and swallowed it as I started coming. She got every
drop.

We both sat on the couch, trying to catch our breath. "Is this the way
that I will get greeted every day?" I asked.

"At least on the days that you play dirty tricks on me!" she replied.

I smiled at her and said, "Let's watch some TV." I went to the
computer and queued up the video. I fast-forwarded through Becky
leaving in the morning, then me leaving. The next thing it showed was
Becky coming home.

Becky walked through the door and stripped off her clothes. "Good
girl," I said as I nuzzled her neck. She folded her clothes and went
to the bedroom. When she returned, she was wearing her white mini
skirt. She walked in front of the camera and did a little
pirouette. Then she went to the kitchen and started cleaning a
little. She then came out and flipped on the news when the doorbell
rang.

Becky looked up nervously and then walked over to the door. She looked
through the peephole and called out, "Jamie? What are you doing here?"

"I was told that you wanted to see me. Aren't you going to let me in?"
Jamie asked in a muffled voice through the door.

"One minute," Becky replied. She seemed to be in a bit of a dither,
unable to decide what to do. Finally, she sighed, straightened her
shoulders, and opened the door.

"Won't you come in?" she asked.

"Becky!" Jamie said, as she rushed in and shut the door behind
her. "You're not dressed! How can you answer the door like that?
Someone could have seen you!"

"Someone did see me. You," Becky replied. "Come on in and sit down."

As they walked to the couch, Becky turned to the camera and stuck her
tongue out. As they sat on the couch, Jamie said, "Aren't you going to
put a shirt on?"

"No, I can't," said Becky.

"Why can't you?" asked Jamie.

"First, why did you come over - no wait, let me guess. _Someone_
called you and said you should come over, right?" Becky asked.

"Yes, he said that you wanted to tell me or show me something, why?"
asked Jamie.

"He is incorrigible. Oh well, I guess eventually it would have
happened" said Becky.

"What would have happened? What is going on? Becky, I am your best
friend and you are driving me crazy. Would you please tell me what is
going on?" Jamie demanded.

"OK, my relationship has... changed," Becky said. "We are not the same
we were the last time you were with us together. God, how do I say
this? Basically, I do everything that he tells me to do. He told me
that at home, the only thing I can wear is this skirt, and so that is
all I can wear. The only other way I can be is completely nude."

"I don't understand, why are you doing this? Why are you acting like
his slave?" Jamie asked.

"Not his slave. Not yet. He won't allow that," Becky said.

"What do you mean he won't allow that? Becky, you start at the
beginning and you tell me everything that happened!" Jamie yelled.

"Well, he told me he wasn't happy; that I was too high maintenance,
always complaining, always having him take care of me, and that he was
leaving me," Becky started.

"That bastard!" Jamie said.

"No," said Becky, "after he left I thought about it, and I realized
that he was right. I especially realized that I was just never
happy. So I thought about it, and I decided if I wasn't happy with my
life the way it was, I should try living a different way.

"I loved him so much, and I realized I hadn't been showing it. I
wanted to make him happy and I wasn't, and I wasn't making myself
happy either. So I convinced him to meet me, and I offered myself to
him as his complete slave. I would do anything that he wanted."

"I can't believe you did that!" cried Becky. "How could you want to be
treated like a slave? You can't act like that!"

"That's what he said," Becky went on. "He said I couldn't change, that
I needed too much for myself. But you are both wrong. Since Friday I
have done everything that he said, and I have loved every second of
it!"

"What has he told you to do?" Jamie asked. "Clearly clean the house in
the nude? All sorts of sex things, I bet. Has he shared you with his
friends?"

"Well, you are close," said Becky. "He has stripped me. I don't wear
underwear anymore, or any pants; he likes to have easy access to
me. He makes me work out in the gym. He takes me to dinner and plays
with me outside. He has exposed me to a saleswoman in a store. When I
am bad, he spanks me. I am sitting here right now with a butt-plug up
my ass so that when he wants to fuck me up the ass I will be ready."

"How could you let him get away with that?" asked Jamie. "Aren't you
horribly embarrassed? I would be mortified just sitting here topless
with my friend!"

"I am embarrassed when he does these things to me. But you know what?
I am also turned on. He has made me cum more in the last few days than
I have in any given month in my life! He spanks me when I am bad and
exposes me for his pleasure, but he gives me such pleasure too! And he
loves me Jamie; he really loves me. I know he does.

"Jamie, for the first time in a long time, I am happy. He didn't think
I could do this, but I convinced him to give me a thirty-day trial. At
the end of the thirty days, I _am_ going to be his slave forever!"

Jamie sat back, clearly stunned. "I don't understand you. Did he
somehow brainwash you? You are not the same person I knew!"

"You're right, Jamie," said Becky. "I am not the same person. But I am
still your best friend. I want you to be happy for me. I want you to
still be my friend. It would devastate me to lose you, but this is how
I am going to be. Please don't hate me."

"I could never hate you," said Jamie. "I just don't understand
you. Tell me everything that happened to you. Start from the beginning
and don't stop until you get to the part where you are sitting on the
couch with your best friend, topless."

"OK," said Becky, and proceeded to give a rundown of everything that
happened. It was very exciting to here it from Becky's
perspective. When she mentioned the waxing, Jamie's eyes drifted down
to Becky's crotch. Becky lifted her skirt up to show her bald pussy.

"Becky!," yelled Jamie in embarrassment.

"I know you were curious, so I showed you. You are not the first
person to see it!" said Becky.

Becky continued, and Jamie said, "I noticed the hair, but with
everything else going on, I didn't get to tell you how good you looked
with it."

"Thanks," said Becky. She then continued with her story, and when she
got to the part about the Christine, she gasped.

"You kissed her? And felt her up? Are you going to do anything more
with her?" asked Jamie.

"What I suspect will happen," Becky said, "is that she will get
herself all worked up thinking about it. I think eventually she will
call, and she will come over here. And when she does, I am going to
grease up her asshole and put his cock in it. Then, when he is done, I
will clean his cock off with my mouth, because that is my job. And
then I am going to own her, and I am going to do to her whatever I
want and he allows. And that includes eating her out, and having her
eat me, and watching as he fucks her.

"Not only that, but there is a woman at the gym, Veronica, and I think
that at some point she is going to convince him to lend me to her, and
she is going to do things to me, and you know what? If he tells me to,
I will probably love every minute of it!"

Jamie sat there with her mouth open. "I don't understand," she
whispered.

Becky took her hand and said, "I know. Unless he made you feel like he
made me feel, you couldn't possibly understand. Three days ago I
couldn't have understood. When I told him he could do this, I never
thought if could go this far, and I certainly never thought that I'd
be the one pushing, but as much as I do for him, as much as I give
him, as much as he takes from me, I get so much more. I have never
felt so good and I have never been this happy in my whole life."

Jamie said, "It doesn't sound like I know him anymore, either."

"You don't," said Becky. "But you should. Come to dinner here on
Wednesday. Please? Come see what it is like. I'll ask him not to
embarrass you too much! Will you come?"

Jamie seemed to shake herself, but said, "OK. But don't tell him to
change his behavior on my account. I want to see what it is really
like here. Is there anything that I can bring?"

"Just yourself," said Becky. "Oh, and you can't wear pants. He doesn't
allow a woman in pants in the house."

"But I'm wearing pants now," Jamie said.

"And if you are staying longer, you'll have to remove them. It's a
rule. I think it will be OK if you wear panties, though."

"I hope so!" Jamie exclaimed.

Becky looked at the clock and said, "He'll be home soon. You have to
go. I have to get ready. Tonight, I think he's going to fuck my virgin
ass! I can't wait!"

"Are you serious?" Jamie asked.

"You can't imagine! I love him so much, and I can show him by giving
him my last cherry."

"Well," said Jamie, "I don't understand it, but you seem so
happy. I'll let you prepare, but I'll see you Wednesday."

Becky showed Jamie out, and then rushed to the bathroom. After she
came out, she went to the bedroom, and the tape started again when I
walked in the door. I watched me fucking her, and it felt weird seeing
myself having sex on tape.

When the tape was over, I reset the camera and then turned to her. "So
you want me to take your ass?"

"Yes, sir" she replied. "I know I am being presumptuous, but please,
will you take my virginity? I want you to have it, and I cannot wait
any more. I am ready. I cleaned myself out and have lots of
lubrication. I want to make you feel good with my ass. Please."

This was day three. Four days ago, if I had asked to play with her
ass, she would have yelled at me and went to sulk. Now, she is begging
me to please fuck her in the ass. I don't know what gods to thank for
this, but I cannot believe how my life is turning out.

I stood up and picked Becky up in my arms. I kissed her gently and
carried her to the bedroom. I put her down in the bed, and kissed down
her body. I played with her nipples until she was on the verge of
cumming. Then I continued down her body until I had my tongue in her
pussy. I licked and sucked at her pussy and clit till she did come. As
she was coming, I removed the butt-plug from here ass. As she was
starting to come down, I moved my tongue to her asshole, and she
started up the slope again.

I then reached to the bedside table where she had placed the K-Y. I
put some on my finger and pressed it into her ass. My finger slipped
in with no problem, her ass having just had the plug in it. I slipped
another finger in, but she said, "Sir, please. Just fuck me. Don't
open me up any more. I want to feel it when you go in me. Please! I
can't wait any more!"

Again, I am not one to turn a needy lady down. I greased up my cock
and put the head by her puckered asshole. I pushed about a quarter of
the way in, and she gasped as my head went through her sphincter.

"Oh, sir!" she cried. "That feels good! Fuck me all the way!"

I slowly pushed the rest of the way in. I stopped when I was fully
buried. It was a good thing that I had come so recently, because
otherwise I would be cumming right now. I waited for a minute, getting
used to the feel. Becky was breathing heavily below me. I started
moving in and out, and I told her to play with her clit. After about a
dozen strokes, Becky was cumming again. It felt like she would cut my
dick off, but in a good way.

When she finished cumming I resumed my movement. Finally, I couldn't
take it anymore and I started pouring cum into her asshole. "I can
feel you cumming in me, sir!" she cried, as she came again. When I
finished, I collapsed on top of her, and then rolled off of her so I
would not hurt her.

Becky started kissing my lips and neck. "Oh, that was so good
sir. Please feel free to fuck me in the ass anytime you want!" Then,
she moved down my body and took my cock in her mouth.

"You don't have to do that after I fuck your ass," I said.

She looked up at me and said, "Sir, my job is to clean you up after
you cum. That doesn't change if you cum in my cunt, my mouth, my ass,
or someone else. You promised it to me as my job, and I will do it!"
Then she went back to cleaning my dick.

When she was done, she came back up and snuggled on me. We lay there
quietly for a while.

"Sir?" Becky asked.

"Yes, my little anal slut. What can I do for you?" I asked.

She shivered when I called her the name, and said, "Ooooo, I love it
when you call me your little anal slut. Maybe I should get myself a
bracelet that says 'Little Anal Slut' on it?"

"I will be getting you any jewelry like that, not you!" I instructed.

"Yes, sir," she said, and then lay quietly on me for a while.

"You never asked your question," I prompted her.

"What do you think of Jamie?" she asked.

"What do you mean? You know I like Jamie," I responded.

"But how would you like her as a slave?" she asked.

"What!" I exclaimed, sitting up. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, how would you like to have two slaves, me and Jamie?" Becky
asked.

I lay back down and thought for a minute. "Why should I need two
slaves? And from the video I watched, I don't think Jamie would be
interested. And why are you interested in building a harem for me? How
about Christine or Veronica? Do you want all of them? Or for me to
have all of them?"

Becky put her head on my chest and said, "I know Jamie better than you
do, sir. I know she was protesting, but I think she was more excited
than she would admit. I think that she would be interested, and I
think that the deeper we get into this, the more she would be
interested. Also, she is my best friend, and I can't think of anyone
else I'd want to share you with more."

"Why would you want to share me with anyone?" I asked.

"Because I think that would make you happy, sir. Plus, I think that I
would like it. As for Christine, I think she would make a good slave
for me, sir, and Veronica wants to be my mistress, but Jamie would be
like a sister slave. We could be equal under you."

I lay there quietly for a long time, thinking. Then I said, "Becky, I
don't know what to say, or what to think. I am getting pretty sure
that I will make you a slave when all this is done, but you are
throwing these other things at me, and even though you say you will
share, I am worried how that will work. And I am not sure if I want to
share you. So why don't we play it by ear, OK?"

"Yes, sir," Becky said, "but I'll bet you that Jamie will have her
panties off within five minutes of coming into the apartment on
Wednesday and that she will go home and shave her pussy bare
afterwards."

"OK, I said, "You want to bet, it's a bet. You have five minutes to
get me her panties from when she walks in. And no cheating; you can't
tell her anything in advance. You get them to me, and you get to pick
the position that I will fuck you in when she leaves. But if you lose,
I get to try out that crop that you bought."

"It's a deal, sir!" she said.

"OK, now go to bed. I love you, Becky."

"I love you too, sir."






Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter 4

*Tuesday - Day 4*

I could get very, very used to this. Once again, I awoke to a lovely
blowjob. Becky was licking gently up the sides of my cock, then
swirling her tongue around it like the stripe up the side of a candy
cane. She would then take the head in her mouth and suck gently. I was
contemplating coming into her mouth when I looked down at her. She
smiled up at me and said, "Good morning, sir," before continuing her
task.

Becky was again dressed for work. She had on a lovely button down
blouse and a skirt. Of course, there were no panties under the
skirt. "This morning," I said to her, "I would like to see my
professional looking wake-up slut riding me."

"Yes, sir!" Becky said happily, as she eagerly hiked her skirt up and
climbed on top of me.

She placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy when I warned her,
"Slowly." She dropped down very slowly until her ass rested on my
balls. "Stop," I told her. I rearranged her skirt, and looked at
her. She was lovely, sitting there dressed for work. At first glance,
you could not tell if she was just sitting on me, or if she was
impaled on me. Of course, my cock could certainly tell. Seeing her
like this gave me delicious ideas.

"You can move now," I told her, "but only side to side, not up and
down."

"Yes, sir!" she grinned at me, and started slowly moving her hips in
circles.

"I don't think I want to go all day without seeing you, today," I told
her. "Are you free for lunch?"

"Oh, yes sir! Where would you like to go?" she asked.

"I'll come by your office to pick you up, and I'll let you know then,"
I told her. It's always interesting having a conversation with someone
that is slowly fucking you. I slid my hand up her thighs, slowly
pushing her skirt up until her bald pussy was exposed. I put my thumb
on her clit and started moving it around, to Becky's obvious
appreciation.

"Hey, your pussy is still smooth. Does a waxing last this long?" I
asked.

"Mostly, sir," Becky breathed at me, "but I've been shaving it every
morning to make sure. I know you like it smooth."

"Just like a little girl's," I said. "Are you my little girl?"

"Oh, yes sir, I'm your naughty little girl! Your bad little girl!,"
and with that she was cumming. Seeing her face, and feeling her
jerking around on top of me put me over the edge as well.

After a few minutes of resting, Becky lifted her pussy off my cock and
rested her pussy on my crotch. I could feel our juices leaking on me,
and I told her so.

"I know, sir, but I promise I'll clean it up. If I don't let them drip
out a little it will make a mess of my clothes. And I don't want to
get off of you just yet and go to the bathroom."

Becky stayed on me for a few minutes, but then realized she had to
leave for work. So she climbed off and surveyed my cock. It was quite
messy. "Mmmmm, breakfast," she said, and started cleaning me off with
her tongue. She looked up at me and said, "I love cleaning you off
sir, but I keep getting hair in my mouth. Would you mind if I shaved
you?"

I thought about it as she finished up and said, "OK, but no waxing -
I'm not nearly as brave as you. And I am annoyed enough having to
shave my face, so if you start this, it is your responsibility to keep
me smooth. And you'd better be careful! I wouldn't want him out of
commission."

"Neither would I, sir!" she replied.

"Then you can start this weekend. Now go to work," I told her.

"Yes, sir," she said, and gave me a big kiss before going off to work.

+++++

At work I realized that I had been having much more relaxing,
enjoyable days since I'd been starting the day off right. A blow job
and a fuck beat a cup of coffee any day! But I had plans for lunch, so
I went to the corner deli and got Becky a soup and sandwich. I went
over to her building, and wandered into her office.

When I walked into her office, she was in a discussion with a
co-worker, a tall brunette. When she saw me she almost ran over and
gave me a big kiss. "Oh, you're here already, sir!" Becky said. "I
wasn't expecting you yet." She turned to her co-worker and said,
"Sorry, Rachel, we'll have to finish this later. I've got a lunch
date."

After Rachel left, Becky asked, "Where are we going for lunch?"

I had Becky sit at her desk and said, "You will be eating this lovely
sandwich at your desk. And I will be eating my lovely Becky under the
desk."

"But, sir --" Becky started nervously. Then she got a wicked grin on
her face, pushed herself away from the desk and let me climb
under. She wiggled her skirt up, and rolled herself back under the
desk. I heard her open her lunch as I moved my face between her legs
and started my lunch. I figured she deserved at least a half hour for
lunch, so I started nice and slow.

I licked all around her lips and thighs, staying away from her clit
for the moment. Then I pulled her to the edge of her chair and started
taking long licks up, starting at her asshole and going all the way to
her clit, letting my tongue slip deeply into her pussy on each
stroke. At the end of each stroke, I took my head away for a moment
and then started at the bottom again. I loved drinking her juices, and
I was getting a large serving from her today.

I was about to attack her clit when I heard her door open. Someone
started to come in and then realized that Becky was in the
office. "Oh, I'm sorry Becky," I heard. "I just needed the Banyan file
and Rachel said you had gone out to lunch."

"That's OK. I'm just eating my lunch at my desk. You can get the
file." The last word was a bit strained as I let my tongue swipe at
her clit. I then moved it very slowly, barely touching around the
outside of her pussy lips.

"Are you OK, Becky?" the intruder asked. "You look a bit flushed."

"I'm fine," Becky said. But she was not fine; she was quickly
approaching an orgasm.

"Here it is. Thanks, Becky," said the stranger.

"Can you close the door behind you?" Becky asked. "I think I'll rest a
bit after I finish lunch."

"Sure," came the reply, and I heard the door close. As the door closed
I grabbed Becky's clit between my teeth and buried two fingers in her
cunt. She squeaked as she came, juices pouring out onto my face.

I pushed her chair back and knelt up to kiss her. "Oh, sir, that was
so hot. I think she suspected! And look at the mess I made of your
face." With that, Becky proceeded to lick my face clean.

"If you think it was hot getting eaten in your office, wait for what's
next. Go lock your door, then bend over your desk." I couldn't tell if
Becky was scared but excited, or excited but scared as she did what I
told her. I raised her skirt and lowered my zipper.

I submerged my cock in her from behind, and Becky shoved her fist in
her mouth to restrain her groan. I moved my cock in and out slowly and
ran my hands around her ass, running my finger down her ass crack and
around her puckered hole. "God, I wish I had thought to bring
something so that I could fuck this delicious looking ass of yours," I
told her.

Becky turned her head to look at me and said, "You can, sir."

"I can what?" I asked.

"You can fuck my ass, sir."

"I didn't bring any K-Y, and I think it would be a little painful
without," I said.

She just looked at me, her eyes half closed, and said, "But sir, every
morning I now clean myself out and grease myself up so that you can
take me if you want. I am still lubricated, and you should feel free
to use me as you want."

I pulled out of her, turned her over, and asked, "Who are you, and
what have you done with my Becky?"

Becky giggled and said, "It's me, sir, but I am going to prove to you
that you can never do better with anyone else. By the time this month
is over you won't even be able to imagine how life could be better
without me." And with that, she reached up and gave me a
tonsil-clearing kiss. Then she flipped back over and said, "Now fuck
you little slut's ass!"

Remember what I've said about not turning down a woman in need? I
buried my cock into her in one stroke, and true to her word, she was
well lubricated. "Oh, sir, I'm going to have to start bringing a gag
to work, because I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep
quiet. Please cover my mouth for me!"

So with my cock buried in her ass, I grabbed her hair in one hand and
pulled her head back, and moved my other hand to cover her mouth,
stopping on the way to squeeze a nipple. Then I started pounding into
her, though I was careful not to let my body slap on her ass too
noisily. Becky did a fair job of being quiet, though my hand did
muffle quite a few groans and grunts, and a few of my grunts got out
as well.

As I started to get close, I leaned over, took my hand off her mouth
and said, "You've been such a good slut today, so I'm going to let you
choose. Where do you want me to cum?"

"Oh, sir, in my mouth, please!" she responded.

"Right from your ass?" I asked.

"I cleaned it out this morning. Please. Cum in my mouth!" she said.

So after fucking my cock a few more times into her delightfully tight
ass, I pulled out and Becky knelt on the floor and took the head of my
cock in her mouth as I started feeding her dessert.

After I was done, she licked my cock clean. She made a little face and
said, "I guess I could still taste myself a little, but frankly the
lubricant tasted worse. I'm going to have to buy some flavored
lubricant."

I couldn't help but laugh, and I said, "You do that. Have I mentioned
that you are amazing?"

"Yes, sir, but keep saying it!" she replied with a grin.

We straightened up our clothes and the desk. I was getting ready to
leave when I sniffed the air and said, "You might want to open a
window, or people will know what was up in here."

Becky opened her mouth and covered it with her hand. "But sir, the
windows don't open."

"Well then, I guess you shouldn't have too many meetings in here," I
said with a wink.

"Thank you for lunch, sir. It was the best lunch I've had
in... probably forever. Please come again any time!"

"Want to walk me to the door, or should I show myself out?" I asked
her.

She sank in her chair and said, "Would you mind showing yourself
out. I am completely beat and would like to rest for a few minutes."

"Sure," I said. I gave her a kiss, told her I loved her, and left her
office.

Just outside I passed Rachel and another woman. They both looked
surprised and Rachel said, "I thought you had left! Joan said that
Becky was eating lunch alone in her office."

"No," I said, "I was eating with her. See you ladies." As I reached
the door, I saw that Rachel and (I presume) Joan were heading over to
Becky's office.

+++++

When I got home tonight, Becky was in the kitchen. She was nude,
except for an apron, and she was cooking some sort of pasta for
dinner. When she saw me come in she ran over and kissed me
quickly. "I'm sorry I can't kiss you more, sir, but I have to keep
stirring."

"That's fine, I'm going to change," I said.

After I changed, I went out and helped Becky finish dinner and set the
table. When we sat down to eat (before which Becky removed her apron),
I asked her how the rest of her day went.

"Interesting," she replied, blushing.

"Details, please," I asked.

"Well, after you left Rachel and Joan came into my office," she
started.

"Joan was the person that walked in on us?" I asked.

"Yes, sir. Rachel asked my why we didn't go out for lunch, and I told
her that you had brought me lunch. She asked if you had brought lunch
for you too, but I told her you didn't. She said, 'so he didn't eat',
and I said, 'he did'. The Joan said, 'that's what that smell is! You
slut, you got a nooner.'

"Oh, sir! I was so embarrassed and so turned on again at the same
time. But they were both really nice; they told me how jealous they
were, and that next time I should tell them and they wouldn't disturb
me. Sir, I told them, 'That's OK, I think he liked it better being
disturbed.' I couldn't believe that I said that to them!

"They teased me for a bit longer, and then we all went back to work."

"Mmmmm, very nice. Have I mentioned that you are one sexed up lady?" I
asked her.

"No, sir, but I try," she responded with a smile.

"So that was all the excitement for the day? How was your workout?" I
asked.

"Well, not quite all the excitement. Jamie called during the day and
talked about dinner tomorrow night. Then she asked me what depraved
things you made me do today. I told her that you had brought me lunch,
and had me for lunch. She couldn't believe that I done that in the
office, but I could tell it was making her hot. Before she hung up I
told her, 'I bet you'll be wishing it were you when you play with
yourself tonight.' She shrieked at me that I am so bad, but I bet she
does. I bet she is at home right now playing with herself thinking
about it."

"Why don't you call her and see?" I asked.

"Oh, that is such a good idea, sir!" she said, and rushed to the
phone.

She made the call and said, "Hi Jamie, what are you doing?"

I only heard the one side of the conversation.

"You seem pretty out of breath for someone just eating dinner. Are you
sure you are not thinking about eating lunch? Or someone eating you
for lunch?"

"I may be bad, but tell me with a straight face that you were just
eating dinner. Tell me what you are wearing eating dinner?"

"You know what I'm wearing - nothing at all. It's all I'm allowed!"

"Oh, I don't wear that skirt all the time! And you never answered my
question. What are you wearing? What are you doing?"

"I knew it! You say you don't understand how I do it, but you are
soooo hot thinking about it."

"You are such a liar. I'll tell you what. Tomorrow when you come over
we're going to have a normal dinner. If, at the end of dinner, your
pussy is soaked, you have to do a task I tell you to!"

"I am not a slut. OK, maybe I am, but still..."

"What makes you think I'd let you fuck him? And no, I won't do
anything to you either. I'll just give you a job to do. It won't
involve anyone but you."

"Then I'll take you out to dinner this weekend at the restaurant of
your choosing, but I know you, you tramp. But you'll never win."

"OK, go back to your '_dinner_'. I'll see you tomorrow night. Bye."

"So, did you enjoy that?" I asked.

"Oh, yes I did, sir. The little tramp was diddling herself! And she
tried to deny it. She got so hot thinking about what you did to me. I
can't wait till tomorrow."

"And what are we doing tomorrow? Are you planning a show?" I asked.

"No, sir. You should treat me just as you would if she wasn't here. It
will drive her insane!"

"OK, honey. I'm glad you're having fun," I said. "Now how about the
gym? How was that?"

"It was good. I did all the exercises Nelly gave me. It still exhausts
me, but I feel good afterwards," she told me.

"And was Nelly or Veronica there?" I asked.

"Nelly wasn't," she replied, "but Veronica was. She seemed to be
avoiding me, though. What did you say to her last time?"

"I just told her the price for having you. Maybe she doesn't want to
pay that much," I told her.

"My price! Am I a whore, now?" Becky cried.

"Do you want to be my whore?" I asked.

Becky came over and sat in my lap. "I'd rather be your slut, sir."

"Well, what if I wanted you to be my whore? What if I found someone
that would pay good money for a night with you? Then what would you
do?" I asked.

Becky was quiet for a moment and then said, "If you want to sell me,
I'll be your whore, sir."

"Well, don't worry about it yet, pet," I said, "I wasn't talking about
money with Veronica, and I don't really think she'd want to do what I
asked, and even if she did, I don't think I'd be willing to let her do
what she wants with you."

"Oh, thank you sir, for taking care of me," Becky said, putting her
face into my neck. "Is there some way I can repay you?"

"I think you've done enough today!" I said. "I'm only human, you know,
and if we don't slow down just a little, my dick might fall off."

"It better not!" cried Becky. "I need it."

"Don't worry. Just come to bed with me."

We went to bed and I spooned her. I did need a break, and I loved the
feeling of just laying in bed with her. Tomorrow I would get a report
 from Nelly on how she was doing, and we would have Jamie over for
dinner. It should be an interesting day.




Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter 5

*Wednesday - Day 5*

On Wednesday, I woke up a little early. I heard Becky puttering around
the bathroom, getting ready for work. I remained in bed,
resting. Becky came out all ready to go to work, except for one thing
of course. I didn't let her know I was awake as she came up to me. She
took the covers off me, but before she could start my morning blowjob,
I grabbed her and threw her on the bed.

Becky shrieked in surprise as I grabbed her skirt and pulled it up,
burying my face in her pussy. Becky quickly stopped resisting and
started moaning. I licked her pussy and stuck a finger in her cunt and
then another in her ass. I brought her to orgasm, but I would not stop
till I brought her off again.

After she came the second time, I moved up and kissed her. When her
breathing returned to normal, she said, "Thank you for that, sir."

I responded, "If you recall, I said that I would do things for
myself. Well, I happen to really enjoy eating you; your taste, your
reaction, your movements. Believe me when I say that it was for my
pleasure!"

"Well, now let me pleasure you some more," said Becky, as she tried
going down on me. I would not let her.

"Not this morning," I told her. "I had my pleasure this morning; I'll
save the rest for tonight. Plus, if you keep making me cum as much as
you do, I think my balls will fall off."

Becky snuggled into me and said, "As you wish, sir, but can I at least
clean your face off?" She then proceeded to do so, with her tongue.

"You seem to be enjoying the taste of pussy," I said.

"Well, it's growing on me. I certainly don't mind it," Becky
responded.

"Just your own?" I asked.

"I don't know yet, sir," she replied. "I haven't tried anyone else's,
have I?"

When I was clean, and I had snuggled with her a little more, I sent
her off to work.

+++++

It was a fairly normal day at work, except for the anticipation of
tonight. It would be, for the most part, Becky's show. She had asked
me to act as if it was a normal night for us, and I was willing to
comply.

When I got home, Becky met me at the door with a big hug and a
tonsil-cleaning kiss. It looked like she had been cooking for a while.

"Jamie will be here in about an hour," she said. "Why don't you make
yourself comfortable? Can I get you a drink or a snack?"

"A drink would be nice. Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.

"Oh no, sir. I want to do this myself. You just relax," she said.

"OK," I said. "Is there anything else I should know about tonight?"

"Not really, sir," Becky told me. "From the perspective of how you
treat me, I think that you should treat tonight as if we were home
alone. I want Jamie to see what it's like to be me now."

"So if I get horny during dinner, I can have you lie over the table,
grease up your ass, and give you a good ass-fuck in front of Jamie?" I
asked.

"Well, that might be a bit much, sir. I was thinking of just having
you treat me as normal, but without the overt sex. Of course, if you
want to, I would not dream of stopping you. I would just like to point
out, once again, that there is no need to grease me up, sir."

Have I mentioned how much I love the new Becky?

"And what you want to get out of tonight?" I asked. "Why are you doing
this? What are you hoping to accomplish in the long term. And Becky,
be honest."

Becky thought about this for a minute or two, and then said, "Well,
sir, I am not 100% sure I know myself. One thing is to show her my new
life, because I really want her to accept it. I think that when she
sees how much I am enjoying this, she will.

"Another thing is to turn her on. She says that she doesn't understand
how I could let you treat me this way, but I think that she really
does understand, maybe so much so that she is afraid of it. I think
that by the end of tonight she will be at home frigging herself
mercilessly, wishing that it were she here instead of me.

"I've also been thinking about her and you, sir, and I think it would
really turn me on to watch you fucking her. I know that doesn't seem
possible, and a few weeks ago I would have left you in an instant if I
thought you were making a play for her, but the last few days have
really opened my eyes.

"I actually sat at work today, picturing Jamie bent over the couch
while you fucked her from behind. And I have to admit that I thought
about sucking your cum out of her. I can't believe it myself; I've
never even been with a woman before, but I was turned on by it."

"So you want to treat her like Christine," I asked.

"No, sir," she replied. "I don't really know Christine that well, and
I liked controlling her. But I've known Jamie all my life. She is my
best friend. I don't really want to control her, and I wouldn't want
to be controlled by her, but I wouldn't mind sharing you with her. I
think it would be so hot, and I think that after she got over her
initial reluctance and shock, she would think so too."

"So what are you looking for out of this," I asked? "A one night
stand? Something longer?"

"I'm not sure. Everything is still a blur to me, and I guess I am just
playing it by ear. I just want to take it a step at a time. Is that
OK, sir?" she asked.

"Well, you seem to have a pretty good ear, so I'll play along for
now," I told her.

Becky continued preparing dinner and setting the table, while I talked
to her about our respective days and admired her body. She was wearing
an apron to protect herself while she cooked, but watching her bend
over to get a bowl out of a bottom cabinet was a definite treat.

As it was getting close to the time for Jamie to arrive, Becky started
to go change. "What will you be changing into?" I asked.

"I only have the skirt," she said.

"I think you should wear something different today," I told her. "Come
here."

I then proceeded to fold down the apron and tie it around her. When I
was done, she had the apron going from her hips town to just below her
pussy. The back, or course, was just the tie string, leaving her ass
exposed, and her sexy tits were out for all to see as well.

Shortly thereafter, there was a knock on the door. Becky got all
excited and said, "I'll get it, you just stay here," and started
towards the door.

"Becky," I said. "Come here, now."

Becky looked startled as I kissed her, then swung her around and gave
her ass one very hard slap. "Remember, Becky, who is in charge here."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I'll be good." As she went to the door, I could
see a red handprint already forming on her ass.

Becky opened the door, and greeted Jamie with a kiss on the
cheek. Jamie looked a little uncomfortable with Becky's dress, or lack
of it, as she came in. Becky took the bottle of wine that Jamie gave
her and brought it to the kitchen. I saw Jamie looking at Becky's ass
as she walked away.

I went over and greeted Jamie with a quick hug and a kiss on her
cheek. She seemed a little uncomfortable around me as well, maybe even
a little scared. I was somewhat unsure how this night would end up;
perhaps Becky was pushing too hard.

Jamie was dressed in a pale blue blouse and a knee length white
skirt. Her makeup was tasteful and she was wearing a nice, light
perfume. We chitchatted for a few moments till we heard Becky.

"Hey, Jamie, can you come in here a second?" Becky asked from the
kitchen. Jamie went over, and Becky talked to her in a soft voice,
though it was loud enough for me to hear.

"I was wrong," Becky said to Jamie. "You can't be wearing underwear."

"What?" said Jamie, also in a low voice, glancing over at me. "Why
not? I'm not his slave, too."

"You wish!" Becky replied, causing Jamie to blush even more. "And
neither am I, yet. But it would be disrespectful for you to disobey a
rule while you are my guest. He won't do anything to you, but I might
be punished. So please, just take off your panties."

"But..." Jamie started, but seemed unable to finish. She looked at
Becky for a moment longer, then reached up under her skirt and pushed
her panties down. She stepped out of them, and started to put them in
her bag, but Becky stopped her.

"No, you wore them into his house, so they are now his," Becky said,
and she took the panties from Jamie and walked over and handed them to
me. I looked at her, and then looked at Jamie. She had her head down
and was blushing furiously. I put the moist piece of my cloth into my
pocket and said, "I think we should sit down for dinner."

"OK," Becky said, "you guys sit down and I'll bring the food in." We
sat and talked about inconsequential topics throughout the meal. Becky
kept getting up to serve us, and each time I enjoyed looking at her
ass. I noticed that Jamie was not shy about looking either.

During the main course, Becky was refilling our cups when she spilled
the contents of my cup right into my lap. I jumped up, and she
apologized profusely, trying to help me clean off. I told her to clean
the mess by the table, while I went and changed. After I came back,
Becky apologized again. I sat down and we finished the main course.

Becky asked, "Is everyone ready for dessert?"

"Not quite," I said. "Why don't we go into the living room first?
There is something we need to take care of."

I went and sat on the couch, while Jamie sat in a chair across from
me. "You," I said to Becky, "sit on the floor here," pointing in front
of me. Becky sat in the correct position, and I continued, "I am not
happy with your behavior tonight. Do you know what you did wrong?"

"I spilled your drink on you, sir," Becky said.

"That's correct, and for that you will get five spanks." I heard Jamie
gasp. "What else did you do wrong?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, sir," she replied.

"When Jamie came in, you gave her the impression that I would punish
you for her wearing panties. You know very well that I would not
punish you for anyone else's action. You embarrassed her of your own
volition and made it seem like it was my doing. So you will be
punished for your actions, with fifteen more spanks. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, sir," she responded.

"And before we begin, you need to apologize to Jamie," I told her.

Becky crawled over to Jamie and took her hands. She looked up at Jamie
and said, "I'm sorry, Jamie. It was me that wanted you without
panties, not him. I'm sorry I embarrassed you. I hope you can forgive
me."

Jamie looked at me, then down at Becky, nervously. "I guess it's OK,"
she said.

"I'd like to correct something Becky said," I told Jamie. "I wanted
you without panties, as well. But I am not in a position to require
that of you, so I would not have asked. Would you like them back?"

Jamie looked at me for a moment, and then said, "That's OK, I guess
I'm used to it already. Why don't you keep them?" She smiled shyly at
me.

"Go get the paddle, Becky," I said. Becky went to the bedroom and came
back holding the paddle. "Over my lap," I said.

Becky spread herself across my lap, and presented her ass to me. "How
many do you get?" I asked.

"Twenty with the paddle, sir," she replied.

"No," I said. "Spilling the drink just deserves my hand. Five spanks
with my hand and then fifteen whacks with the paddle. Count." I
started with my hand, and laid five hard ones across her ass. Then I
took the paddle and started with it, slowly. By the time I got to five
with the paddle, Becky was sobbing and squirming. By the time I got to
ten, she was raising her ass to meet the paddle.

I looked across at Jamie, and she was squeezing her thighs together
and breathing heavily as well. I slowly gave the last five, with each
one hearing Becky's grunts and moans. When I finished, Becky said,
"Please, sir. Please touch me. Please make me come."

I looked up at Jamie and said, "I don't know Becky. I think that might
make Jamie uncomfortable, and a guest should not be made
uncomfortable. I won't do it unless it is OK with Jamie."

Becky turned to look at Jamie and said, "Please, Jamie. Tell him it's
OK?"

I gave Becky's ass another hard swat. "You will not coerce her," I
said. "If it is OK with her, you can come. Otherwise, you will wait."

"I'm sorry, sir," Becky said. "I'm sorry Jamie. Please, just tell
me. Would you mind if he made me cum? It would only take a few
seconds."

Jamie looked at us. To me it seemed that she was ready to cum as
well. She kept looking at me, then Becky, then Becky's ass, then back
to me. After a minute she whispered, "It's OK with me."

Becky shrieked, "Thank you! Thank you so much, Jamie! Please, sir. She
says it's OK." So I reached between her legs and touched her clit
lightly, but that is all that it took, and she wailed as she went
off. During her orgasm I plunged two fingers into her and played
around the outside of her asshole with my thumb. Becky stayed rigid
for about thirty seconds, and then collapsed across my lap breathing
like she had just finished a marathon.

I let her lie there for a few minutes to recover, shifting my gaze
between Becky's red ass and Jamie's flushed face. Not quite the same
color red, but not too far off. When I felt enough time had passed, I
raised my fingers to my mouth and cleaned them off, while Jamie stared
at me. "Anyone else ready for dessert?" I asked. Jamie flushed again
and dropped her gaze, while Becky said, "I'll get dessert at the table
for you, sir."

We went back to the table and had a delicious dessert, though I
preferred my pre-dessert. None of us talked about the spanking,
instead concentrating on innocuous discussions about plans for the
weekend. After dessert Becky asked Jamie if she wanted to stay and
watch a movie, but she declined, saying she really needed to turn in.

As Jamie was preparing to leave, Becky said, "One more thing,
Jamie. We had a little bet. I think I won."

Jamie said, "But what if I say that you are wrong?"

"Then I'd say I have to check for myself," said Becky.

Jamie flushed again and said, "You won." Then she paused for a moment,
looked at me, and said to Becky, "But maybe you'd better check for
yourself to make sure."

Becky grinned at me, and then went over to Jamie. "Thank you for
coming. It was a fabulous evening," and she gave Jamie a hug and a
kiss on her cheek, and at the same time, slipped a hand under her
skirt and between her legs. Jamie's eyes closed and she sighed
loudly. They stayed like that for about 20 seconds before Becky broke
the hug. Jamie leaned against the wall, keeping her eyes closed.

"You're right," Becky said, "I did win."

"What do you want from me?" Jamie asked, her eyes still closed, her
tongue licking her lips.

"Well, you already know that he likes the women in this apartment to
not wear panties. You probably don't know that he also likes them to
have shaved pussies. So before you come over and visit next time, I
want you to shave your little pussy completely bald. Will you do that
for me?"

Jamie opened her eyes and looked at Becky, then me. "Sure," she
said. "A bet is a bet. Thank you both for having me over." She looked
at me and said, "It was certainly an eye opening experience for me."

"Come again any time," I said. Jamie muttered something, and it
sounded like, "I need to cum once, first," but I couldn't be sure. She
then took her stuff and walked to the door. "Thanks again," she said,
and as she was walking out she whirled around, grabbed Becky and gave
her a big kiss on the lips, tongue and all. Then she whirled the other
way and ran off.

Becky closed the door and turned around to me, her eyes
blazing. "Well, as Jamie said, a bet is a bet," I told her. "You had
her panties off within five minutes, so you get to pick the position
to get fucked in right now."

Becky practically ran over to the table and bent over it. "Like this,
sir, from behind. And please, spank me while you fuck me."

As I was ripping off my clothes, I asked, "Cunt or ass?"

"Both," she replied. "Start in my cunt, and when I tell you, I want
you to pull out and do my ass. Don't do it slowly. Don't be
gentle. Slam it into my ass and don't stop fucking until you cum!"

I believe I mentioned before about my response to a desperate woman,
and Becky seemed about as desperate as I've ever seen her. She was
sopping wet and I slipped in easily and started sawing away with my
cock.

"Spank me," she reminded me, so I obliged. Her ass was still very red,
so I didn't have to hit her very hard to get the effect. She came on
my first spank, and kept on coming. After the third or fourth orgasm,
she yelled, "My ass, do my ass!" I pulled out, and was so excited I
missed her asshole the first time, but I quickly corrected and, as she
requested, I rammed it in to the hilt. She was so tight, but well
lubricated as promised. She was gasping and moaning, and no doubt
waking the neighbors. She would not stop coming, and I could not tell
if it was ten orgasms, or a single long one.

I finally told her I was going to cum, and she cried, "Yes! Cum in my
ass, sir!" I did, and then collapsed on top of her. As my cock
softened in her ass, she kept twitching and moaning and, I believe,
coming. She was barely coherent, so I picked her up and carried her to
our bed. I could feel our cum dribbling out of her as I carried her. I
put her in the bed, then climbed in next to her and hugged her.

"No, sir. I'm not finished, I have to clean you off," she protested.

"Not this time. This time you lie here and go to sleep. I can take
care of it in the morning. I wanted to have her call Jamie and see
what she was doing with herself, or to herself, now, but we were both
too tired, so we quickly fell asleep, with Becky in my arms.