Training Rebecca Ch. 05

He returned to his kneeling position behind her. His fingers gripped the butt plug and he worked it in and out a few times before pulling it all the way out. In a few seconds it gave a resounding beep. He reached around and inserted it into Rebecca's mouth with an order not to lose it. She grimaced at the taste as her mouth closed over it but gripped it with her teeth, and he pushed forward to insert his cock into her open ass hole. There was only a little pain in her stretched out ass and she moaned with the pleasant new sensation. Then he ran sensitive fingernails up and down her sides. A few shakes, then an "awk, please, Sir", and she broke out into laughter which gained intensity as his fingernails reached her underarms. Even the soft skin under her breasts caused gales of laughter, all of which made keeping from peeing almost impossible. He ran one set of fingernails up from her crotch over the bend in her leg to her hip, and then up her side while the other found her clit. As he saw it, her clit had an attention deficit disorder, and he was going to remediate it. She was going into mental overload, twisting her body trying to get away from the tickling on the one hand, while holding off on an orgasm, keeping from peeing, and maintaining her correct posture and biting down on the butt plug on all the others. The urge to lower her hands and stop the torment was almost irresistible. But she knew she wasn't strong enough to stop him if she tried.

"Sir, how did you know?" she sputtered in between gasps of laughter.

"Shhh." He had pulled her close, his mouth was in her hair at her ear. He started stroking in and out slowly, which only served to add to her confusion. The feelings were more exquisite than all the hands on her at the club. She had to hold off. She didn't want to be punished, but there was also a new feeling. She wanted to make him proud of her.

Her legs started wobbling again as she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on following the orders she had been given. But the sensations emanating from her clit were interfering with her concentration. She knew he was only going to bring her up to the edge and then stop. She tried to fight it. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out. A jolt went through her as he touched her ultra-sensitive clit. He took it between thumb and forefinger and rolled it between them. Back and forth, back and forth.

"Agrrrrrrrr. God, please noooooooo." She clutched her eyes shut tight. Her hips were moving back and forth in time with his cock and the motion tugged her clit first one way and then the other. He could feel the muscles in her ass spasm and relax as he brought her closer and closer. She couldn't breath any more from the tickling

Maria saw an agonized look in the face before her. "Sir," Rebecca almost shouted between gasps, "I can't..."

"Cum, cum for me my slut."

"Aieeeeeeee, noooooooo," he held her close to keep her from falling as she went over the top. She was like a rag doll unable to control her flopping body. She totally lost control as he sank his fingers into her side. Laughter mixed with the cry of her orgasm and yellow liquid exploded into the glass still held tight against her body. She continued on and on, releasing the sexual tension that had built up over the past days until her spasms pushed Kyle over the edge and he held her tight as he emptied his jism into her ass. Kyle had never stopped rolling her clit back and forth, but slowed down as the seizures began to subside in intensity and duration. She was crying and had collapsed into his arms, a spasm now and then overtaking her. A couple of minutes passed before she could breath normally again.

"I'm sorry I peed without permission, Sir," she said, tears running down and humiliation showing in her face. "I just couldn't control it any more."

"Yes, peeing when you cum results in rather special orgasms for women." He smiled, "I think I have been responsible for a few other special orgasms this week, I think. I had intended for you to do both at the same time."

A last spurt was added to the already full glass. Kyle nodded and Maria pulled it away saying, "You had a lot stored up. But you didn't practice your Kegels as you were suppose to."

Kyle looked at the maid. Maria seemed to be a natural domme. This had possibilities. "You will only pee in the house with Maria holding this glass for you until further notice. The only exception is during your morning shit. I'm sure she will make sure you are doing your exercises." He untied Rebecca, and reinserted the butt plug in her ass. "Go clean the glass and return it to Maria. And be careful, you wouldn't want to break it."

When she was finished, he sent her up to shower and dress for her appointment, which, he told her had been switched to 11:00. She wasn't going to be late after all. When she was done, she dressed hurriedly and threw all her pantyhose in a bag, which she brought downstairs with her. She handed them to Maria, "Please put these in the trash," and left the house.

It was just before 11:00 when she pulled into the piercing/tattoo parlor located in a strip mall. Stephan, a good-looking man of about 30, greeted her and escorted her into a side room. The enormity of the decision before her hung over her head. Up until now, it had all been about sex, humiliation, and punishment. There were no permanent marks—at least not on the outside—to bear witness to her subjugation. Yes, there was the waxing, but that was easily explained away, and the hair would grow back in a few weeks. Lots of women did that. But this, having holes poked through her body, this was entirely different. This would mark her as being owned by HIM as much as a tattoo would. And it would be as hard to hide from John, maybe harder.

He closed the door and looked her up and down. "Position #1," he said smiling into the shocked face.

I must be getting use to obeying men's commands, she thought, as she stripped and assumed the required position without hesitation. Stephan walked around the nude woman leering openly at her charms. It made her feel even more naked since he was clothed. His voice was quiet and calm as he asked her a series of questions.

"When was your last period?"

"Two weeks ago." He dragged a finger down her back.

"When did you last have sex?"

"An hour ago." His finger slipped into her ass crack.

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Very rarely." he twisted a nipple until it hurt.

"Yet that has been a problem during the past week, has it not?"

"Yes, I suppose so." What business is it of his, she wondered.

"Which fingers do you use?"

"The middle one on my right hand." He walked around her looking her up and down.

"How often do you fuck your husband?"

"He is away a lot. I haven't seen him for almost three weeks." He ran his fingers through her hair.

"And you have had sex with how many men this past week?"

"Just Mr. Laughlin. Well, and a bartender, sort of." She was getting frazzled now.

"You like women?" he said stroking her face from behind.

"No, I'm not like that." This really had nothing to do with her piercings.

"How many women have you been with the past week?"

"Well, two but..." His eyebrows shot up.

"Yes, I can see you aren't like that."

"I don't see what all this has to do with my piercings. Let's just get on with what has to be done."

"Position #3," he said firmly. She stood with her feet apart and placed her hands on the curve of her butt.

"Spread them farther," he reached between her legs. "Wow, the wettest cunt I have ever seen. You are a horny slut. You would probably fuck anything with two legs. Maybe even some with four," he laughed at the thought.

She figured that no response was the best way to get this over with so she set her jaw and held her tongue.

But her silence angered Stephan. "You high class bitches are all alike. You're too stuck up for your own good." The tirade continued, "If I even decide to do your piercings, I'll make sure you'll remember Stephan for a long time to come. I may even pierce your clit at no change to Mr. Laughlin."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm nervous and scared. I have never been pierced before and didn't know what to expect. Please, I'll be nice to you afterwards."

"Yes, I'm like a doctor who performs circumcisions. I do like my tips."

"I'll give you a tip to remember," she purred, knowing she could suck him off without any problem.

"What sort of a tip? I'm not interested in one from a high-class stuck-up bitch unless I can choose it myself."

"That would be just fine," she forced a smile, wondering if it really would be.

He manipulated her nipples until they were as hard as rocks, and marked them for piercing. This was not supposed to be a sensual experience, she told herself, although she was having a hard time keeping from moaning. Everything in her life made her horny anymore and things were still puffy and sensitive from the orgasm Kyle had given her.

She let out a gasp as he pinched cunt lips still sore from their meetings with the ruler. "You are too wet down there," he announced to her embarrassment. "I'll have to dry you off before doing the lower ones." He tugged on her lips and marked the spots there for the needles before wiping off his hands.

She climbed onto the table with his assistance. She watched as he held the clamp over her left nipple. He smiled at her shiver and pinched down on it with his other fingers and pulled it out as far as it would go. The clamp was placed over it and closed. He then let it go, and the clamp bumped against her side, bending her nipple with it. She sucked in her breath at the unexpected pain, and held it as another clamp was attached to the right one. It too was released to fall to the side. She released the breath she had been holding. Her eyes were drawn to the needle he had picked up. It would skewer her nipple, she was sure.

"No, please. Could you use a smaller one?"

"This one will fit perfectly," he said but only his mouth smiled.

She winced as he lifted the clamp on her left nipple pulling her breast out from her body and pushed the needle against it pricking the skin. Then looking in her eyes, he pushed it through the tender tissue. He put the stud in place. He repeated the process for the right one. She let out a breath she had been holding and felt herself relax a little when it was done.

"You are going to owe me big time for treating you with such care."

"I appreciate your expertise," she felt like she had to say something.

Moving lower, he used a towel and talc to dry her. A clamp was placed on her clit and she howled as he closed it and moved it back and forth.

"You only think that hurts," he said through her shrieks. "If I decide to pierce it, that will really give you something to moan about."

"Please, no," she begged, starting to cry. "I'm really sorry I treated you so badly when I came in. I can be a submissive bitch for you, the way you want me to be, really I can."

"Well, I don't know," he said letting the clamp drop to her dismay. "I'll do the rest of them here and see how I feel about your performance when I'm finished."

"You'll see how good I can be," she said a bit panicky, the pain making her promise anything.

"Hrumph." He released the clamp holding her clit. He checked the markings on her labia, and then the clamp was placed on her already sore flesh. A sharp pain followed as one after another, the incisions were made. She lost track of the number, but it was certainly more than four incisions. She felt him pulling at the lips again and her numbed mind was puzzled to hear four clicks. Stephan then went over the care and keeping of piercings. They would be sore for a couple of days but would take many months to fully heal. She would want to wear a bra for the first 48 hours, especially in bed. She nodded as if in a trance as he explained about hygiene and general do's and don'ts.

"Up you go," he helped her into a sitting position on the edge of the table. She looked down and saw the studs through each side of her nipples. "Nothing but the best for Mr. L," said Stephan.

Looking farther down, she saw what looked like a padlock. It couldn't be. She walked over to a mirror on the wall and saw four miniature padlocks, two closing her outer labia together at the top, and two closing the inner labia at her vagina.

"Take them off, now," she said furiously she said advancing on him with clenched fists. "Who in the hell does he think he is?"

He slapped her once, then again across the face. "No bitch yells at me, and that means you. I've hald a mind to do your clit right now. The padlocks were Mr. Laughlin's design and I don't even have the key," he said smiling at her discomfort. "Mr. Laughlin has them specially made in the East. They are ultra light and ultra strong. And I suspect they have electronic features built in, but I couldn't tell you for sure."

She stepped back, defeated, "but how will I...?"

"Pee? That part hasn't been closed very far. You will be fine there. The two at the bottom are through your inner labia and effectively serve as a chastity device. Unless Mr. L removes them, you will have to use pads during your period. He will have to insert something else if he takes them out then, or the holes will start to close."

"And if I have to visit my doctor?"

He shrugged.

"What about the top two?" she said dreading the response.

"They pull your outer labia together over your clit. That will solve your masturbation problem." She felt a hot blush spread over her. "You won't be able to get a finger or anything else in there. And messing about will irritate the piercings keeping them from healing."

She felt tears of humiliation course down her cheeks. If only she hadn't tried to bring herself off, this might not have happened. But the events of the past week made her horny all the time. She had fought it as best she could. Now she wouldn't be able to touch herself even if she wanted to. Every part of her sex was at his command. Even though it was sore down there, just the thought that she could never cum when she wanted to made her clit quiver inside the folds of her cunt lips and the padlock that held them together.

"And now for my tip."

"What would you like me to do?" she wanted to crawl into a hole and pull it in after her.

"Position #2." She knelt and reached back to pull her ass cheeks apart. He took a leash from a shelf and brought it down sharply on her ass. "This is for your insolence." He struck her again and again, sometimes hitting her fingers, often the sensitive flesh around the edges of the butt plug. She was balling when he stopped and fastened a collar around her neck and the leash to the collar. But she hadn't released her grip on her ass cheeks. He smiled at her training.

"Have you been leash trained?"

She shook her head no.

"Come," he tugged on the leash as though she were a dog. She followed on all fours wishing she had never been born. He led her out of the room and through the shop. Three people were sitting in the waiting room and she blushed as they looked at her in surprise. He led her toward the back. She stumbled at his fast pace rounding a corner and he hit her on the ass with the end of the leash to move her along. There, he guided her to a couch and led her up onto it, still on all fours.

"Now I'm going to fuck you from behind just like a bitch in heat. You are in heat, are you not?"

"Yes, Sir," she was hoping to keep him happy.

"That's no way for a bitch to respond," he snarled. "Answer me like the bitch you are."

She turned her head and looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Arf?" she said dejectedly. But the humiliation didn't stop her clit from twitching, almost aching inside her piercings. It was an itch she couldn't ever scratch again, she thought with a sob.

"Sir?"

"What is it bitch?"

"I would be happy to take you up my ass like the slut you know I am. But Mr. Laughlin has forbidden the removal of the butt plug without his permission. Do you want to face him?"

She had a point and that made him angry. "You offer me a beautiful ass, just begging to be fucked, then refuse me. You're just a bitch SMACK who thinks SMACK she's above me SMACK."

"No, Sir," she was trying her best to placate him. "I'm just a horny slut who is trying to serve you. I wouldn't have told you if I wanted to get you into trouble."

"Is that true? Let's see," he reached and felt her cunt below the bottom locks that sealed her cunt hole. "Damn but you are leaking juice bitch. This is really turning you on. Here lick your scum off me," he said reaching around and putting his fingers in her mouth. "That's my good bitch."

He pulled the butt plug partway out and looked it over and worked it in and out. Then pulling it almost all the way out, he placed a finger alongside it and pushed both in. Her eyes bulged and a moan escaped from her throat.

"Thank me like a good doggie."

He pulled both out and slammed them back in. "Arfooooo," was her response.

"That's better. Nothing like an ass fuck to cure a high class bitch." If she was high class, she didn't feel it now, she thought ruefully.

He slammed in again, harder this time and she responded with the required "arf". He kept it up until he tired of the sport, grinning every time she barked at his crude assault. When he finished, he held out his finger, gamy from being in her ass, and said, "Lick it bitch."

She obediently licked his finger clean, thinking of the words from her Sunday school days, "Lo how the mighty are fallen".

"Well? What do you say for my gift?"

"Arf, arf."

He felt her cunt. She had leaked out over the padlocks. "Looks like the only one receiving satisfaction so far has been you," he smirked.

He lowered his pants. Then guiding her by the leash, he led her over to a chair and sat.

"If I can't have your ass, you'll have to manage using your tits."

"But Sir, they're..."

"Quiet, slut. Bitches don't talk. If you can't do the job yourself properly, I'll just have to tie your hands behind you and grab me some sore nipples while I fuck your tits. And I want to hear you sound like a bitch in heat while you're doing it."

She couldn't believe it was happening to her. It was a nightmare that was never ending. She moved closer between his legs 'til her chest touched his cock. She drooled spittle onto the area between her breasts, getting some on his cock. Then she pushed her breasts together feeling pain in the nipples from the tugging. He slipped out from between her breasts.

"Damn bitch, you can do better than that."

She pushed her body against him and squeezed her breasts together again. This time he stayed in but she winced as her nipples rubbed against his lower stomach. She began moving up and down on his cock.

"Ummm good. Talk to me bitch."

"Arf."

"That's not much in the way of gratitude for what I'm giving you bitch."

God she hated that word. "Arf, arf...arf, arf."

"That's a little better. See you can be broken of your hoity toity ways. Keep singing."

She arfed again and again as she slid up and down on his cock. When it seemed a little dry, she drooled on it again until his pre-cum oiled the pathway.

"Harder. Squeeze harder now my little fuck dog."

She pushed her breasts tighter together creating a pocket that milked his cock. But it also increased the pain she felt in her nipples. She yelped oftener now, as it seemed to please him. Please God, she prayed through the pain, please let him cum so I can leave this hellhole.

Her rhythm increased and she pushed harder still to tighten the sheath around him and make him cum. He reached down and pinched tender nipples as they were dragged up and down on him. She shuddered, wondering if she could cum without him knowing and reporting her.