Gypsy Ch. 03

By the time Becky had arrived at home, after her stop at the mall, she was still highly aroused. She mixed herself a Bloody Mary, stripped down to nothing, and removed all of the price tags from her purchases. She then went to the living room and took a seat by the telephone, in anticipation of the phone call that would allow her the sexual relief that she so badly craved.

After forty minutes had passed, she became bored and watched the news on TV. Then she ate a light dinner, took a shower and went to bed. Sleep didn't come easily. Her hands stole down to her pussy and kept her sexual tension at a high level, but she didn't come because she didn't want to violate her instructions from her Mistress. Finally she dozed off to a troubled sleep.

The ring of the phone, shocked her out of sleep, and scarred her. It was still very dark outside, and a quick glance at the clock told her that it was nearly three in the morning.

Still half asleep, she mumbled, "Hullo!"

"Can this be used as a speaker phone?" It was Mistress, and Becky was instantly wide-awake.

"Yes Mistress."

"Good! Get your ass out of bed and go stand in front of a mirror where you can look at all of yourself.

As Becky hopped out of bed, she said, "I have a full length mirror right here in my bedroom."

"Silence! I didn't ask for a tour of your house. Just do as you are told."

"Yes Mistress. I'm standing there now."

"You may start by pinching your nipples. Pull one of them way out from your chest, and then twist it. Don't be nice, I wouldn't be."

She did as she was ordered to do, and yelped as the movement sent pain shooting through her breast.

"Pull harder bitch, and then do it to the other tit."

Gypsy was rewarded with another painful out burst from Becky.

"Again, back and forth until I say stop."

"Yes Mistress."

"While you do that, I'll tell you what I've been doing. Your story about the young man got me all worked up. So I called upon one of my obedient young men to come to my place and service me. I tied him up, put a tight fitting cock ring at the base of his prick. Then I whipped him, and shoved a butt plug in his ass. Then I had him fuck me for a few hours, but he was not allowed to come. When I had had enough, I told him to go home. He cried and begged me to let him get off. So I told him that I would leave it up to you. Of course, he had to earn the right to talk to you by cleaning his own shit off of the butt plug.

"I'm putting you on the speaker phone, so that he can talk to you." There was an echoing sound, confirming the opening of the speaker.

"Go ahead slave, you have my permission to speak to her."

Becky could hear the man breathing rapidly, as he acknowledged Gypsy.

"Yes Mistress, thank you." His voice was deep and Becky found it hard to believe that such a voice would agree to being used by Gypsy, and yet hadn't she?

"Miss Becky, please may I have your permission to cum. I need to very badly."

Becky was briefly frozen in time, but then she responded without thinking.

"Did you enjoy tasting your own shit?"

"Yes," was all he could breathlessly say.

"And did Mistress whip your ass really hard?"

"Yes."

"And did Mistress whip your cock, and did you cry like a little boy?"

Becky thought she detected a bit of a whimper in his voice, as he said, "Yes."

"Very well then, you may cum, but only after you reinsert the butt plug in your ass. When you do cum, you must catch it in your other hand then eat it, and if any falls on the floor, you will eat that to. Then, after you've enjoyed yourself, you will clean the butt plug again."

He was breathing loudly now. Becky knew that she had elevated his lust, and that he would have a marvelous climax, thanks to her.

"Thank you Miss Becky."

A few moments passed, before the sound of his hand gliding up and down the length of his cock could be heard through the earpiece. Becky's lust too, had been heightened. Her pussy was soaked, and her breathing came rapidly now, as she enjoyed the lewd performance that she was putting on, in front of her mirror. She had been fondling her breasts, and continued to torture her nipples, letting loose a small cry of pain/pleasure when it became too severe.

Her Mistress's voice shot out to her, "You're not masturbating are you my little slut?"

"No Mistress. But I am pretty damn hot. May I come too?"

Gypsy laughed. "We'll see."

In deep frustration, the man pleaded, "Oh shit, I'm having trouble getting off."

Becky didn't hesitate. "Mistress, get the whip and beat his ass."

Again Gypsy chuckled, and then Becky heard the smacking of leather against flesh. The man's cries of pain further enflamed Becky's passion. Within moments, the blessed sounds of male orgasm filled her ears. He had come, and Becky felt as though she had been in the room with them.

For a minute or two there was nothing, save deep breathing.

"Well my delicious fat titted slut, you are just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress. I surprised myself. May I come now, please?"

"Wait just a minute." And then to the unfortunate sole Gypsy said, "Go ahead and clean the butt plug, and then I'm going to let you decide whether or not Becky may have her relief."

Becky moaned in frustration at having to retard her pleasure any longer. Finally her Mistress spoke.

"Slave, give Becky your answer."

The deep base, faceless voice was under control now that he had come.

"Miss Becky, I'm going to allow you to climax, but you must agree to do it exactly as I dictate. Do you agree?"

Their roles were reversed now, and the man knew it; Becky could tell by the tone and command of his voice.

"Yes sir."

"You're going to need a belt, about one-half inch wide should do it. Let me know when you have it"

She went to her closet and quickly found the item in question. Her stomach was in knots. She just knew that he would have her bind some part of her anatomy with the belt.

"I have it."

"Do you have a night stand by you bed?"

"Yes sir," she answered, puzzled by the odd question.

"Go to it and kneel in front of it. I want you to lift your tits, and place them on the night stand."

She couldn't imagine what he had in mind, but her passion was soaring by his control of her.

"OK! My boobs are laying on the night stand."

There was meanness in his voice when he commanded her to, "Stick a finger in your ass, and finger fuck yourself with it. Then you must whip your tits with the belt. Be sure to apply it evenly, so that the pain spreads throughout you entire chest. It should hurt, and hurt badly, or you're not doing properly. I'll know if you're faking it, so don't even try. Do as you're told, and maybe I'll let you come. Those are my terms, accept them or don't."

Becky would have proffered to have him there, to whip her. She wasn't sure that it would be very satisfying, doing it by her self. Of course, there was no doubt, but that she would comply.

"I accept of course."

"Begin, and you must tell me what you are doing, as you do it."

She moistened a finger on her left hand, by putting it into her mouth, and coating it liberally with her saliva. Then she thrust it in her rectum.

"I wetted my finger, and stuck it in my asshole. It doesn't really hurt, just uncomfortable. Now I'm lifting the belt, so I can hit my tits."

She brought the belt down her large bosoms, with a loud smack, sending mild pain through her breasts.

"Harder bitch. I told you I'd know if you were whimping out, and keep that finger in your butt moving,"

"Yes sir."

As she stroked her digit in and out of her waste hole, she brought the whip down again; only this time she put some real effort behind it. The blow to her tits sent shards of pain coursing though them, and Becky let loose an involuntary scream.

"Oh Jesus that hurt, and I can feel a turd in butt. My finger keeps banging into it."

"That's better. Now keep beating you tits until I tell you to stop."

"The pain is spreading all over my breasts. My nipples look like they're going to explode, and I wish that you were here to fuck me right now."

Becky whacked her breasts, and with each blow her lust increased. She was crying by then and making no effort to hide it. The humiliation of her actions being heard by a total stranger also added to her passion. When she thought that she could take no more, the man spoke again.

"Stop!"

Becky ceased the lashing of her tits immediately, but continued to pleasure herself with the finger in her nether hole. Her breathing was hard and deep, and she wept quietly as the sharp pain in her tortured bosoms turned to a dull throbbing ache, which maintained her high state of arousal.

"You will remove your finger from your shithole, and lick it clean, as you masturbate with the other."

With sincere gratitude, Becky said, "Thank you so much."

She looked down at her aching breasts, as she poked the dirty digit into her mouth, and began the joyful task of manipulating her clitoris. What she saw both frightened and excited her. With each harsh blow to her bosoms, Becky had left a welt that was now raised and providing testimony to her sick needs.

God I'm hot, she thought, as she tasted the revolting flavor of her own shit. The vileness of it was adding to her humiliation, and her lust. She was on the edge now, and she knew that she was beyond recall. The explosion of pleasure that swept through her was as great as the other times that Gypsy had guided her to them. Wave after wave of sweet bliss had her moaning loudly into the phone, leaving no doubt for those at the other end, as to her enjoyment.

Becky barely made it over to the bed, before falling into it, exhausted by the release of so much pent up lust. She just lay there catching her breath. Gypsy's laughter brought her back to the moment at hand.

"Mistress, may I ask why you're laughing?"

"Sure! I'm amused by what a natural slut you are. And you are my slut now, aren't you?"

Becky had a moment of hesitation, as she felt a rebellious thought grip her. Why should she allow this perverted bi-sexual to dominate her. After all, Becky knew that she was smart. She had been exposed to something new, and she could pursue this without Gypsy's help. She was a hot looking woman, and could easily find a man to play games with. She didn't really need Gypsy. On the other hand, the wild woman did bring out emotions that she didn't even know had been lingering deep inside of her. And the pure pleasure of being a lust driven slut was unlike anything that she had ever experienced before. Oh what the hell, Becky thought, I can always dump her.

"Yes Mistress, I'm your slut now."

"And you'll obey me, do everything that I command?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Tomorrow you will wear your new clothes, leaving you pussy nude of course. You will find that young man who enjoyed your cleavage. You will get him into that storage room and get him to masturbate on your tits. If you think he is clean, you will lick it off of them, swallowing every drop. But I forbid you to come."

The click of the phone hitting the cradle abruptly ended the call.

Becky didn't like the thought of getting involved with someone on the job. Her fear of damaging her career was still quite strong, and legitimate. After all, if she were to be discovered, it would leave a permanent blemish on her employment record. She would surely be fired, and her chances of getting anything but a low level job would be slim.

So she decided to not do as Gypsy had ordered. What the hell, she would just lie to the cold hearted bitch.

Dressing for work the next morning was a rather sensual experience for Becky. She knew that people would be getting a better look at her busty physical form than ever before, and that this would be a permanent change for her. The tighter fitting of her clothing, along with the more modern look she had assumed actually made her feel better about herself. She really couldn't go back to being frumpy, and she didn't want to. At least Gypsy had done that for her, made her appreciate being an attractive woman.

Having her pussy naked was a very strange feeling. Once she was in her car and driving, she found herself rubbing her thighs together. At a red light, she briefly dipped a hand beneath her skirt to touch herself, and received such a jolt of pleasure that she instantly wanted to get fucked. Better not do that again she thought, I've got a busy day ahead, which should help to take my mind off of sex.

As she walked through the office, she noticed several heads turning when she passed by. She ran into Terry in the break room, where she had stopped for coffee.

Terry's eyes swept up and down Becky's new look as she observed, "Damn Becky, you look great. I hope your not going to fall back into that bag lady get-up that you used to wear. You're really turning heads, and you're bound to get a few good offers, along with the bad. Just be sure that you give each one some serious thought.

"Now tell me the truth. Did this change come about because of that night at the club?"

"Well, it certainly was the start of it. As bizarre as that night was, it got me to thinking about myself a little differently."

"Well then, I'm glad that you were able to find something positive in all of that."

Becky had not told Terry of her lunch date with Gypsy. On one hand, she needed to be able to talk about it with someone other than Gypsy. On the other hand, she was reluctant to reveal all that she had done at the wild woman's insistence. Her need for input won out.

Becky looked down at the table, unable to look Terry in the eye. "There's something I want to tell you. Please don't comment until you've heard it all."

"Oh shit. OK!"

Becky revealed much of her meeting with Gypsy...the talk, the trip to the men's room, removing her bra and panties, putting a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose, her experience with the obnoxious man and masturbating in the storage room. She left out the part about the young man, as well as the late night phone call, but she did mention the shopping trip at the lingerie store.

Terry just starred at her without comment.

"Well gosh Terry, aren't you going to say anything? I mean you could at least call me a whore or something."

With a big grin her friend responded, "Damn girl, you told me to keep my mouth shut, so I did. Oh, and you're a whore. Hey, are you without panties right now?"

Becky blushed at the direct question. "Yes, I'm naked down there."

"Shit, that's hot. I make Jan do that when we go out. I just can't keep my hands off of her snatch, and she stays hot as a firecracker for hours, just begging me to let her come." Terry paused for a moment, and then asked, "Hey, does this mean that you're going to have a fling with Gypsy. You know I was serious when I warned you about her. That woman likes to play rough."

"Terry you're speaking as though you have first hand knowledge. Do you?"

Now it was Terry's turn to look reluctant to divulge something.

"Come on Terry, have you been with her before?"

Terry grimaced, as she pondered how to answer her friend.

"In a manner of speaking, yes. You see, I sent Jan to her for training. Gypsy teaches slaves. She uses some rather cruel methods to break them of bad habits. When I retrieved Jan from the ordeal, I had to spend a night with both of them to see how well Jan had learned." She stopped talking, looked down and went on. "There was more to it than that, but I can't tell you what happened. It's too personal."

Becky was shocked, yet she didn't want to offend her dear friend, so she masked her reaction.

"Terry, did Jan learn a lot from her?"

"I don't know that I would say that she learned a lot, but there's no question that she performs as a slave much better now. I know that neither one of us will ever be the same again."

A few other people came in for coffee, and the subject could no longer be discussed, so they chatted about work. Terry left for her office first, while Becky went to the coffee pot for a second cup, as that late night phone call had her exhausted.

As she was pouring, a young voice said, "Gosh, you look great today."

She turned to see who it was, and found the young stock boy Bobby, standing at her side, starring at her breasts.

"Thank you Bobby." Then in whispered tones, "You really must stop starring at my breasts. I suppose that I don't mind very much, but it would be a shame to get into trouble for being so rude. After all, I am a supervisor, and you're not treating me with respect when you do that."

He blushed and quickly turned away saying, "I'm sorry."

"OK, good!" Becky couldn't resist a little teasing. "Did you enjoy yourself after I left the storage room yesterday?"

His blush turned an even darker red, Yea, I did."

"And did you fantasize about my big tits?"

He moaned at her crude reference to her own breasts. In a very low whisper he muttered, "Hell yes! I didn't think that I would ever stop shooting. I never would have thought youd'a been such a hot woman. You are really something. And it's our secret too, I ain't tellin' nobody."

"Thank you Bobby. Now I'm afraid I've got to get to work."

She quickly went to her office, where she could cool off. Even that little interchange with Bobby had made Becky well aware of her nakedness beneath her skirt.

Fortunately it was a very busy morning, which allowed her to get her mind off of sex, and concentrate on business. Unfortunately Terry stuck her head in the office around eleven and quietly said, "How's your pussy?"

Just the mention of it gave Becky a small burst of interest, but she chose not to reveal that fact to her friend.

"Oh fine! I'm too busy to even think about it right now. How about lunch?"

With a wicked smile Terry said, "I'd love to, but Jan and me are getting it on for lunch."

"I guess you mean that you're getting together for lunch."

"No, I mean we're getting it on, you know doing the wild thing, getting nasty. Your little episode got me thinking, and since Jan and me have sorta fallen into a rut, I thought that I should change that as soon as possible. So I'm taking her to a hotel, and then I'm going to thoroughly abuse her."

Becky was a bit taken back by the candor of her friend. Yet she found it refreshing that Terry felt so comfortable with such an intimate revelation. It was further proof of their strong friendship.

"I think that's a marvelous idea. If the shithead had done things like that, maybe we'd still be married."

With a sneer, Terry replied, "Nah...You're better off just the way it is, him dead and you horny." She waved goodbye as she walked away, thereby ending the conversation.

A few minutes later Becky's assistant buzzed her, "Hey that lady's on the phone again, line three."

Becky was a little bit miffed at Gypsy's calling her at work so often. She did have a private line on her desk, so she supposed that she'd better give it to Gypsy, in order to keep the office from catching wind of anything.

"Hello," she said, the irritation was obvious in her voice.

"That's no way to talk to a customer, and damn sure isn't any way to talk to your mistress."

Becky just wasn't in the mood for these games today.

"Look Gypsy, if you're going to keep calling me at work, I want you to call me at my private number. I'm sorry if I sound rude, but I'm just not feeling like fooling around. Get a pen and I'll give you the number."

There was a very long pause before Gypsy responded.

"I see that I bore you; how unfortunate. I don't need you. You need me." The line went dead, leaving Becky holding her phone as though Gypsy would be right back.

Becky was immediately troubled by the whole brief episode. She gave some thought to her feelings about, and about Gypsy. She realized that Gypsy had been a fling, and nothing more, just like having an affair with a man, except a bit kinky. It had been fun, and she certainly had a few good orgasms out of it, but she didn't really need the woman. What an ego the bitch had, to think that she was such a big deal in Becky's life. It was probably better that she break it off like this, because there was no knowing what might have lain ahead. Still, in the back of her mind, her attitude toward Gypsy bothered her, and for some reason she regretted burning that bridge. Oh well, she thought, time to get back to work.