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Subject: {ASSM} Tom and Rebecca, Part Three
Date: Fri, 9 Jun 2000 18:10:10 -0400
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This is my third posting to the Tom & Rebecca series (well, if you want to
call three stories a series......) Please send any comments, criticisms,
suggestions, fan mail, money (?), or new story line ideas to me at
Vikingboy50@hotmail.com. As always please do not repost with out my
permission.
Tom and Rebecca, Part Three (M/f, Bondage, some pain, consensual)
(In the previous two episodes, Tom, a teacher/book store employee, had
discovered Rebecca, a waitress, and had taken her home for a two day
Dominant/submissive experience. This story picks up the thread.)
It had been a month and a half since Tom had dominated Rebecca for her
weekend. He had gone on to renew relationships with other women he had
known, but for all the pleasures he had experienced, there had been a hollow
feeling. Tom knew all the danger signs: he thought of Rebecca, bound to the
"tree", kneeling naked and submissive on his front step, taking his whipping
like a true slave, sucking his cock like a woman possessed, sleeping by his
bed in chains, and finally, kneeling before him at her front door when he
released her. She had been in tears, begging him to let her keep the collar
she had worn -- as a remembrance. He had relented and strapped it on her,
locking it in place (and giving her the tiny key on a gold chain). Then he
had turned and walked away, intending to never see her again.
But, he knew...even as he walked away, planning Linsey Sue's two nights with
him...he knew that he would be back at the restaurant. He was hooked from
the first moment she rushed to find him in the parking lot, from the night
he first exposed and used her, from the next day when he took her to his bed
and made cruel love to her. He had other women, but they were fading in the
heat of Rebecca's memory. Even Aimee, whom he had dom'd that past weekend
in his empty room at school (third-grade teachers were always so naughty)
was tiring him...boring him.
And finally, just after midnight on a spring Tuesday, Tom sat at the
computer and went to a search engine. He quickly typed in the name and
address. In moments, a chart sprang up with Full Name, Address, Phone
Number, and E-Mail Address. Tom whispered, "Found you, my sweet slave."
He went back to the search page and typed in the u.r.l. for a little
communications company he had found. Making a connection and a selection,
he sat down to work on Rebecca's next night with him.
........................
When Rebecca dragged herself through the door Monday night (no, it was
really about 2 AM on Tuesday morning), she could only think of bed and her
weekend coming up Wednesday and Thursday. The restaurant had been hell all
week long, especially tonight. Her feet ached, her head was ringing, her
arms were so tired she could barely lift them. But, she had a feeling she
should check her e-mail before she went to bed. She went to the account and
filed through 30 messages. Family (quick updates), friends (why wasn't she
at the talkers?), junk (oh goddess, another born-again freak sending spam on
her soul's chances compared to a snowball's in hell), and, wait....a card?
From www.kinkycards.com? What the ....... ? She was awake now, at least
enough to want to know what THIS was all about. She opened the mail and
found a link to this crazy company's web page. It said "Your Weekend Master
has sent you a card". Now, who? Well, she thought, may as well open it,
even though it was probably a joke from one of the "weirdoes" at Dune.
She clicked on the link and an electronic card came up......
The card appeared as two pages on the screen. The left hand side was a
picture. It showed a young woman, her arms manacled behind her back, her
torso bent at waist over a padded bar. She was viewed from the side, with
her face turned away from the camera and toward the floor. Her long blond
hair was free, hanging to the floor. Her nipples, clear in the photo were
pierced, with lead weights hanging from the rings. The nipples were
distended, stretched. Behind her was the torso of a man, muscled, dark, his
massive erection just touching her tiny rosebud anus. The whole picture
spoke of torture, pain, and immense erotic power. The right hand page
contained very few words. It was direct and to the point: "I will be at the
corner of Broadway & Halleck at 12:15. Wear only a skirt, blouse, and
shoes. Be there, slave."
She was thunderstruck. As she idly fingered the collar she still wore, she
read the directions again and again. The address was near the restaurant,
but was known as a corner where hookers hung out. She was immediately both
afraid and wildly excited. While she considered this fact, memories of that
wild weekend sprang into her mind. Her body responded. Her pussy started
flowing, her nipples growing turgid and needy, the new rings making them
ache deeper than ever before. Rebecca found herself printing the card out
and taking it to her bedroom. She propped it where she could look at it and
thought of him, Tom, taking her, binding her, bending her to his will.
Before she could fall asleep that early Tuesday morning, Rebecca fingered
and played her way to three, pulse-pounding orgasms. She fell asleep looking
at card and whispering, "yes, Master, I'll be prepared for You tonight."
........................
She floated through the day, going through the motions, but never stopping
the thoughts. She imagined him, chaining her, hurting her, taking her as
his slave again and again. She stopped three times to masturbate, but never
brought herself off. Somehow she knew that he would not approve, that he
wanted her so edgy that she would cum from looking at him, from climbing
into that dark blue Cruiser with the leather seats and the chains ready for
her wrists. When she dressed for work, she wore her usual uniform, but left
off the bra and the panties. Her nipples ached every time they brushed her
blouse. Every twinge sent a sharp shock directly to her clitoris. Her
pussy flowed. She felt everyone in the restaurant could tell she was a
firecracker, a stick of dynamite. She could smell her own arousal. All day
long men were looking at her, seemingly attracted by her scent. And the
women..........
There were 3 girls she had "played" with from work. All three of them
approached her that night. One, Cassandra, an aggressive younger woman,
cornered her during a break and touched her shoulder. "Baby, you seem
nervous tonight. You need some relaxing," she whispered, kissing Rebecca's
neck. Rebecca almost melted into her arms and kissed and groped with her
for ten unbearable minutes. She shook herself after the break and settled
back into her work. Cassandra grinned at her the rest of the evening, but,
when she told her to come home with her, Rebecca refused and raced to change
into her shortest denim skirt and cheapest, most sluttish, blue blouse.
Cassandra whistled, purring, "Hot date, huh, little Bitch?"
Rebecca just nodded and raced outside to wait for him.
........................
For Tom, the day had passed too slowly. He coasted
through his English classes, answering questions, dealing with crises, but
inside he was planning for their rendezvous. Tonight, there would be no
Viking, no ax, no whip at the broad leather belt. Tonight he would be in
true Dom mode. No messing around, no games to be played. As the noon hour
approached, he planned it out. Today was a conference day; he could leave
after lunch.
He waited until 6 and then called in sick for Wednesday. His plans were in
place, his alibi set. He wouldn't be questioned and he would have all day
for his true job...slave-training Rebecca. He dressed for her, in tight
black leather pants, the linen shirt that laced down the front, the heavy
black boots. When he looked in the mirror, he smiled. It was all
there...enough for any slavegirl to drool over. He knew the reaction would
be visceral, gut-wrenching. Especially because, if he read Rebecca right,
she would have be a horny girl ever since she got his e-mail card this
morning. He unlocked their playpen for the weekend and set everything up.
At 8, he left, setting the timers on the c.d. player and the automated video
surveillance system up for 12:45.
First he went to dinner, a light meal of scallops and a salad, followed by
coffee and a parfait. Then he went to his favorite club, the Elegant Sheik,
where he watched middle eastern dance and was entertained by trained "harem"
girls who teased and touched and tantalized him. By 11:30 he was full
prepared for his night with a slave. He slowly drove across Bellingham,
careful to avoid the police who were looking for easy tickets, and arrived
at his destination at 12:05. He parked in a quiet spot, where he could see
the corner but not be seen. She was there already. He watched her as she
glanced around trying to avoid the pros who worked this corner. Two cars
approached her, men whistled, and Rebecca looked scared to death. But she
stood tall, looking for him. He could see her taut, lithe body, barely
hidden under the silky blouse and the very short skirt. Under it, high
heeled boots. God, Tom thought, she looks the part.
He let her wait until 12:22. He saw her glance at her watch seemingly every
minute. Then he drove up. He stopped 25 feet from her and rolled down the
window. She walked up to the Cruiser and he looked at her.
"Take off the blouse before you get in, Rebecca."
She stopped and looked at him. He rolled up the window. She tried the
passenger side door, but it was locked. She seemed to freeze there, but
then unbuttoned the blouse part way. She hesitated and looked in at him. He
frowned and shook his head. She finished unbuttoning and removing it. The
window partially opened, and he said, "Slip it in here, then turn around,
very very slowly."
She did as she was told. She wadded the blouse up and shoved it through the
crack. Then the window closed. Rebecca pirouetted very slowly, letting
anyone who watched see her naked tits. She turned completely, then tried
the door. Still locked. She turned again. This time two men walked slowly
by. One of them came close enough to touch her. She shook in fear as he
reached out and tweaked her pierced nipples. She moaned. After the men
left, laughing loudly, she heard the door lock click and the door open.
Once she was in, it all felt familiar, but he made it radically different.
He pulled her hair back hard, and when she opened her mouth to scream, he
stuffed a gag into it. Then, he taped her mouth shut with duct tape. Tears
came to Rebecca's eyes, as Tom moved her to the back of the Cruiser. There
he forced her to kneel on the floor. He cruelly ripped the skirt from her,
smiling evilly at her as he did. He forced her hands behind her back and
duct taped them together at the wrists. The pain burned in her body and her
pussy pulsed with her exaggerated heartbeat. He attached her hands and
ankles to chains back there, giving her some support against the swaying of
the Cruiser through the traffic. Then he took the duct tape and covered her
nipples with strips of it. Then, to make it all final, he placed a dildo,
not real big...maybe 5" long...into her soaked pussy. He flicked the
switch, starting a low humming vibration in her. Then, he set it in place
with duct tape, too. Rebecca felt like she would cum....and she knew that
once his back was turned, she would start cumming and might not be able to
stop.
He said nothing, but moved around, making adjustments, spreading her legs
further apart and testing her posture. He had her firmly chained and bound
in place so she could not move. She was forced to kneel, back straight,
shoulders back, the tape sticking to her mouth, her wrists, her nipples, her
cunt. Her Master took out a paddle and laid 5 hard blows to her ass, making
the tears form in her eyes. Then he whispered, "That should hold you ...
for now, my little slut." He moved to the front and drove away.
........................
They moved steadily through traffic, moving slowly but surely to his
neighborhood. As they drove the pressure built in her cunt...she had to
cum, but she KNEW he would be angry if she did. But the constant vibration,
the feeling of the tape constricting every time she moved, the chains, the
nearness of his body...it drew her to the edge. When they passed a gaggle of
whores near the airport, he stopped and opened the windows to chat them up.
They approached, snapping gum and leaning in the windows. One of them
glanced back and whistled.
"You don't need us, baby. You got your package right there!" She laughed.
"All wrapped up and tied like Christmas."
He chuckled. "Yeah, and she knows what to do." He turned and looked at
Rebecca. "Cum for these nice girls, pretty slut. Cum NOW!!!" His order
sent a spasm through her and she let it go. She knew her moans were audible
through the gag, knew her quivering body was obviously orgasming, felt her
juices might soak right through the tape on her pussy.
"Good girl," he laughed, and kissed one of the whores full on the mouth.
"Hope you liked the show, ladies."
They roared in laughter as he drove away. Rebecca was still cumming, little
ones, all the way to the house.
........................
When they arrived, he unchained her and ordered her out of the Cruiser. She
stood, stark naked, bound in tape, on the porch, lit up again by the
floodlights trained on her. Meanwhile, Tom casually, carefully opened the
garage, parked his Cruiser, turned off the alarm system, and entered the
house through the garage. He checked his watch...12:50. He walked through
the house, hearing the soft sounds of jazz and checking the cameras. He
stopped and checked the monitors...every room was shown, every movement
taped. He opened the front door. He turned her around, stroking her long
red hair, fingering her ass, teasing her nipples that struggled against the
tape. He ran his fingers over her taped pussy, pushing in, making her legs
go utterly to jello. She moaned through the taped on gag and dropped to her
knees.
Then he took her by the collar and snapped a leash onto it. He led her
inside and to the living room. He chained her to the bar that ran across
the large bay windows. He opened the drapes and, as she stood, looking out
across the street to the open windows there, he paddled her ass hard, five,
six, seven times. Then he left her there, the little cums ravaging her
body, knowing that she was visible to the people across the street, they
were undoubtedly joining in the excitement of her red, welted ass. Finally,
he was back. A noise of a clip being freed and she was turned. There stood
her Master, hands gloved, flogger in one hand, leash in the other. Rebecca
dropped to her knees and waited, mumbling her joy at being with him through
her gag.
Tom laughed and unchained her. He snapped his fingers and Rebecca
obediently crawled on her knees, with her hands as useless as could be, to
his feet. She bowed her head and waited. He moved behind her and struck her
with the flogger once, snapping the heavy leather tails across her ass. He
leashed her and led her to the playpen.
It was much as she remembered it, but there were differences. Music played
heavy metallic rock. Lights were set at a dim with just enough illumination
to cast shadows on everything. Everything except for the rack on the far
wall and the padded bench in the middle of the room. Tom took her there
immediately. He took out a knife and flickered the blade before her eyes.
She cringed in fear and he laughed. "Don't worry, pet," he whispered
cruelly, "No permanent marks." Then he cut the duct tape binding her wrists
together. He pulled the tape off, hearing her gasp and small scream through
the duct taped gag.
He put his finger to her lips, then grabbed the tape holding the gag and
tore it off. She cried out loud at the searing pain. He removed her gag
and gave her a chance to work her mouth. Then he kissed her, fiercely,
devouring her lips, her tongue, her mouth. She returned the kiss, grabbing
him by the hair and pulling him into her. Her heat rose higher yet. He
grabbed her hands and whispered harshly, "Who is the slave here? Who does
not touch unless she is ordered to?"
She looked at the floor, ashamed, embarrassed. "I am a slave, Master," she
whimpered, "and I am to keep my place and not touch unless You order it."
She didn't beg forgiveness, because she remembered it would come only after
punishment.
He smiled, and after leading her by her leash to the rack, Tom pinned her
hands to the rack with the manacles that hung there. He followed by pinning
her ankles the same way. She was spread-eagled before him. He said, "We
need to take off the rest of the tape. Scream all you like, but do not cum,
my slut, no matter what...anytime you cum, we'll add 5 strokes from the
flogger."
He teased her nipples through the tape. She groaned...so close to adding 5
more. Then he ripped the first strip of tape. She screamed and
screamed...the pain was immense, the blood flowed back into her bruised
breast, her nipple swelled, finally able to be erect. It ached like nothing
she had ever felt before. Even the piercing she had had done the day after
he let her go the last time had not hurt as sweetly as this. She cringed
but controlled her desire. He leaned forward and licked the nipple,
soothing the pain. Then he tore the other strip off. She couldn't stop
herself. She wailed and thrashed and came...oh goddess, how she came. He
smiled and chuckled as she arched her back and howled her orgasm.
"That will cost you five more, little one...Let's see, slow on removing your
blouse, cumming before I told you to in the car (yes, I watched you),
touching without permission, and now this one...that's 20 so far."
He stroked her hair and kissed her lips while his other hand reached down to
her pussy. As he slowly, deliberately removed the tape, her lips devoured
his, and she moaned into his mouth. As her labia filled with blood and he
tortured her by taking the tape off inch by inch, she found control was
absolutely impossible. Rebecca had never cum this much in so short a time,
never been this hot, this turned on. She came as the tape was removed, came
as the dildo was slid out, came as he dropped to his knees and drank her
juices. When he finally came up, he kissed her tenderly and whispered "25
strokes, to your ass, back, pussy, and breasts, my slave."
He unshackled her from the rack and she sank to her knees and crawled behind
him, hands and knees, to the middle of the room. He stood her up and
attached the manacles to a hanging chain. Then he whipped her. She quickly
dropped into a well of pain and submission, silently counting the blows as
they struck her from all angles and in all places. She lost herself in a
haze of snapping whips and stinging skin. She relaxed, sensing the blows on
one level, but looking at him, at the sweat soaking his shirt, at the
erection straining the leather pants. She seemed to be day-dreaming. Then
it ended. The chains lowered and her manacles were released.
Tom led her to the padded horse. He laid her across it and admired the
view. Her ass was perfect...red, welted, gorgeous. He had withheld this
pleasure from himself the last time they had been together, for he knew what
it would mean. But now, he knew it was what he had to do, to take her
completely, finally, to make her his totally. He locked her manacles in
place. He knelt next to her face and whispered, "I will take you utterly,
my Rebecca, and make you mine."
She whimpered, "Please, Master, make me Your slave forever."
He attached two silver weights to her nipple rings, letting them hang, pull
the nipples out. Suddenly she knew...she was the girl in the card, she was
the slave about to have...she cringed, remembering how large he was.
He sank his cock deep into her pussy and stroked her there. She cried out
her pleasure as her tight wet cunt grasped at him. She was so close. Then
he was gone, but still there. His cock pressed against her rosebud anus and
pushed, popping into the sphincter. She screamed...it had been so long
since her ass had been fucked and he was soooo big!
Tom couldn't resist, couldn't control himself any longer. He rammed his
cock into the hot supremely tight, depths of her bowels. Rebecca howled in
pain and pleasure. Her orgasms surged through her, one on top of another.
He pummeled her, straining as her asshole grasped him, swallowed him. As
she screamed and cried and wailed, he did so, too. Finally, far too quickly,
but after an eternity, he howled like the animal he was and pumped her
bowels full of his seed. Rebecca fainted.
........................
When she revived, she was in a tub of warm water, naked, with her handsome
master in a bathrobe sitting next to her. He washed her body gently, cooing
sweet words to her. As he soothed her, washed her, cared for her bruises
and welts, she felt love & trust flow through her body.
Tom gave up...he could no longer hide the emotion. He kissed his slave and
said, "You are the Mistress, I am the slave, Rebecca, for You have won my
heart." He cried and kissed her, helped her from the tub, dried her off,
and took her to the bed. No manacles now, for they were locked together by
love.
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