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Note: It's been nearly a year since I posted Part 1 of this story,
which can be found at http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/50578.

                              Becky's Story
                               by Jay West
                               
                                 Part 2
                        
                        My Slave Training Begins
                        ========================


    I started missing Leo from the moment he let me out of his truck in
front of my dorm. As I walked into the dorm, I kept repeating in my
mind what he had told me. Study hard, do my exercises and yoga daily,
and the time would pass quickly. But I knew it would be a long, hard
five days until I could put myself under Leo's control again.
    
    I hadn't been in my dorm room for more than a few minutes. I was
sitting on my bed, trying to fix my memories of Leo and my weekend.
There was a knock, and then Karen burst in, with Allie right behind
her. "What happened?" Allie asked. "Where have you been?" Karen asked
at the same time.
    
    I looked at them in silence for a long moment, then I walked to my
desk and picked up the picture. "Recognize her?" I said as I handed
them the picture. I turned away and pulled off my sweater, grinning at
their gasps and their simultaneous "Oh, my God," and "Holy shit."
    
    "How did you escape? Did you have to fight him?" Karen asked.
    
    I laughed. "I begged him to let me stay with him. I'm going back
next weekend, and every weekend after that, and he's going to train me
to be his slave." I pulled my jeans and my panties down, exposing my
ass to them. "Check out the whip marks," I said. All I heard were
gasps. After removing my bra, I turned around, and they gasped again
when they saw the stripes on my breasts, and a third time when they
looked down at my shaved pussy.
    
    "What's that all over your body?" Allie asked, then before I could
tell her she said, "Oh, my God, it's his cum, isn't it?"
    
    I grinned. "How'd you guess?"
    
    "You have to go to the hospital right now," Karen said. "He must
have drugged you, I bet he gave you that date rape drug. There might
still be traces of it in your blood, it'll be evidence of what he did
to you, for the police. They'll run DNA tests, too."
    
    I had a good laugh at that. "The drugs he gave me were a lite beer
and some wine," I said. "He cooked meals for me and showed me how to
prepare a really good lunch earlier today. The most important thing he
showed me was how much fun fucking can be. I wanted everything he did
to me, and more. He showed me what I really am, and I thank God I met
him."
    
    Allie said, "What do you mean, he showed you what you really are?
What are you?"
    
    I grinned at her. "I'm a submissive, and I'm a slut who loves to be
humiliated, whipped, and fucked, in any order."
    
    They were both horrified by what I said. They kept arguing with me,
trying to convince me that black was white. I knew they'd never
understand, and I was wishing I hadn't said anything to them at all. I
sat and listened until they gave up and left, then I reluctantly took a
shower before going to bed.
    
    My Monday class schedule gave me a two-hour lunch, and I used it to
visit the yoga school. As soon as I showed Leo's card to the woman at
the front desk, she took it from me and asked me to wait. She walked
down a hallway and through a door, and almost immediately another woman
came through the door. She gave me back the card and introduced herself
as Marisa. She told me that she would be my personal trainer, and that
she knew exactly what Leo required (she called him by his last name,
not Leo). We began talking about my schedule, and I told her that I
would prefer early evening sessions, perhaps 6:00 or 7:00 PM.
    
    "I recommend 8:00 PM," she said. "Your sessions will be very
demanding, and afterwards you will be physically drained, fit only for
bed and sleep. If you need to do schoolwork in the evenings, you should
study before your yoga." I asked her why the sessions would be that
demanding. "You will soon need all of the flexibility and joint
strength you can attain, and we must do our best to get you ready." I
asked her to explain, but she said Leo would tell me all I needed to
know. She also told me that my Monday sessions would be relatively
easy, compared to Tuesday through Thursday, because I would need
recovery time after my weekends with Leo. All of that gave me cause for
concern, but it did nothing to dampen my eagerness for the weekend. I
kept coming back to the fact that I could stop it any time, all I had
to do is fail to meet Leo on a Friday afternoon, and my life would
return to normal.
    
    The final thing I learned from Marisa was that she would be making
reports to Leo weekly. She said she would email the report to him each
Friday morning, and it would contain her assessment of my progress, my
willingness to work, and my attendance record. "I wouldn't advise you
to miss any sessions, that's a pet peeve of his," Marisa said.
    
    After agreeing to return at 8:00 that evening for my first yoga
class, I walked back to school. I had hoped to do my first exercise
session then, but there wasn't enough time before my next class. My
last class ended at 3:00, and I went directly from class to the gym. I
quickly changed into my workout clothes, including the sport bra Leo
wanted me to wear, then made my way to the room where the exercise
machines were. I had no trouble getting on an elliptical trainer, the
place was almost empty. Following the procedure Leo had given me, I
warmed up, stretched, did a hard 25 minute workout, then repeated the
stretching.
    
    I was out of the gym by 4:00, and I went directly to my dorm room
and began studying. I took a one-hour break at 6:30 for dinner, then
changed clothes and went back to the yoga school.
    
    True to her word, Marisa put me through a grueling workout that
lasted until 9:30. I tried to infer, from the positions she put me in,
what Leo would be doing to me, but my imagination wasn't up to the
task. I tried to question Marisa about the goals of the training, but
all she would say was that my flexibility and joint strength would be
greatly improved. When I pushed her, she told me again that I needed to
ask Leo.
    
    Back at my dorm room, I was too tired to take a shower, I fell onto
my bed fully dressed and immediately fell asleep. The good news was
that I had been so busy all day that I'd barely had time to miss Leo.
    
    The rest of the week was the same, except that Marisa kept me until
10:30 each evening. Adding exercise and yoga to my schedule barely left
me enough study time to keep up with my classes, and I had no time for
any social activity. Before I knew it, Friday had come. I attended all
of my Friday classes, but my head was already at Leo's. I hurried back
to the dorm from my last class, shaved my pussy in the shower, applied
a little makeup, then dressed in my shortest skirt and a sheer black
blouse I had bought the previous day. I put on a pair of medium heels,
which I almost never wore, checked my appearance in the mirror one last
time, then sat on the bed to wait until it was time to leave for the
Brick tavern.

    The underlying assumption behind everything I had done since Sunday
night was that I was returning to Leo, and I hadn't paused for a second
to question the rightness of it. But sitting there on my bed, the first
idle moments I'd had the entire week, I began to wonder what I was
doing. The problem, of course, was fear. I wanted to be with Leo, and I
wanted everything he would do to me, but I was afraid. Leo had told me,
and I believed him, that the the previous weekend was mild compared to
what I would have to endure in the future, and that was very scary.
    
    I looked at the clock on my desk, and it was 4:05. Oh my God! I was
blowing it! Leo had said he would be at the Brick from 4:00 to 4:15,
and if I didn't meet him during that time it was over. I grabbed my
tiny purse, into which I had stuffed my keys, my latest transcript, and
a sport bra, pulled my coat off the hook behind the door, and tore out
of my room.
    
    Cursing my high heels, I stopped after half a block and took them
off. Then I ran as fast as I could on the cold sidewalk in my bare
feet, the pain causing me to remember my outdoor dildo practice with
Leo.
    
    I burst through the door of the tavern, my purse in one hand and my
shoes in the other. Leo wasn't at the bar. I quickly scanned the
tables, but he wasn't anywhere I could see. Running up to the bar, I
asked the bartender what time it was. Grinning, he looked at the large
illuminated clock over the bar, then said, "It's 4:17, but don't ask me
how I know that."
    
    Ignoring his attempt at humor, I asked, "Is anyone in the men's
room?"
    
    "I don't know, why don't you go check?" the bartender said. I ran
to the alcove where the toilets were located. Just as I pushed on the
door to the men's room, a guy pulled it open from inside, causing me to
stumble forward. I asked him if anyone else was in there, and he said
No. I began to panic. I ran out the door of the tavern and looked up
and down the street, but Leo's wreck of a truck wasn't anywhere to be
seen. I didn't know what to do. Leo had told me never under any
circumstances to come to his house uninvited, otherwise I would have
been looking for a cab. There was no traffic, so I stepped out into the
middle of the street and looked both ways, but the truck wasn't there.
At that point I lost it and burst into tears, certain that I had thrown
away the opportunity of my lifetime.
    
    I was standing in the middle of the street, crying, when I heard
it. It sounded awful, I think it needed a new muffler and a serious
tuneup, and my despair turned to joy. Looking behind me, I saw the
truck turning out of the nearest cross street and heading toward me.
Leo stopped and rolled down his window, then looked at me without
speaking. Tears were running down my cheeks, and I wanted to beg him
for another chance, but I was afraid to say anything. He looked down at
my hands, one at my side clutching my shoes and one over my heart
holding my purse.
    
    "You're late, and you're out of uniform," he said. "Each of those
is a punishable offense."
    
    I tried to smile. "Yes, Leo, punish me, please. Do anything to me,
Leo, just don't leave me. Please, I'm begging you, Leo, take me with
you."
    
    "We'll see about that," he said. "Why were you late?"
    
    "I was afraid, Leo," I answered.
    
    "That's what I thought," he said. "Are you still afraid?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, but I'm here now, and I want to go with you. I want that
more than I've ever wanted anything in my whole life, Leo."
    
    "Get in," he said. I grinned at him and began walking around to the
passenger side. "Don't get in my truck while you're out of uniform, put
your shoes on," he said.
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said with a big grin, then I leaned against the
fender of his truck and put my shoes on.
    
    As soon as I closed the door, Leo started the truck moving. "If
you're ever late again, don't bother coming," he said.
    
    "Yes, Leo, I'll never be late again. I'll be early. I'll always be
waiting for you when you arrive, Leo, I swear to God I will."
    
    "Good, you can enjoy a diet cola while you wait," he said with a
big grin. He knew I hated diet cola.
    
    "Yes, Leo, that's exactly what I'll do," I said with a grin of my
own.
    
    "Strip," he said. I began removing my clothes. After taking off my
coat, I leaned over and removed my shoes, then unzipped my skirt and
slid it down my legs to the floor. I unbuttoned my blouse, but as I was
sliding it off of my shoulders Leo said, "Stop." I froze and looked at
him. "Leave the blouse on, just covering your nipples."
    
    I pulled the blouse back onto my shoulders, then adjusted it so
there was a wide strip of bare skin between the plackets.  "Like this,
Leo?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. I opened my thighs, then rested my
hands on the seat beside me and relaxed. I was home again.
    
    We rode in silence for a long time, then Leo reached over and
caressed my labia with his finger tips. "I've missed this," he said.
    
    I grinned at him. "Missed me, or missed my pussy, Leo?" I asked.
    
    "Pussy is easy to get," he said.
    
    "My pussy and I are yours, Leo," I said.
    
    A  little later Leo moved his hand from my pussy to my left hand. I
put my hand in his and he squeezed it. "I need to explain a little
about how your weekends will be structured," he said. "Friday nights
will be spent in the basement. You will be in strict bondage, do you
know what that means?"
    
    "No, Leo," I said.
    
    "It means you will be tightly restrained. It will be uncomfortable
at best, more often it will be painful. You will also be whipped and
flogged, and I'll do things to your body that you won't like. This is
not the punishment you are due, that will happen later, probably on
Saturday. Your Friday nights will be spent learning to endure pain and
discomfort." He looked over at me. I met his gaze and nodded my head,
agreeing to whatever he wanted. He continued. "Your Saturdays will be
spent learning to obey, Part of your Saturdays will be in the basement,
and part will be upstairs in the house or outside. Sundays we'll play
by ear. If I'm pleased with your performance, your Sundays will be
relatively pleasant, otherwise they will be used for additional
training. If you please me tonight and tomorrow, this Sunday morning
will be spent in bed."
    
    "I'll please you, Leo," I said.
    
    "Do you remember what you're to do when we get into the garage?"
Leo asked. I told him I remembered the procedure. He reminded me that I
was not to speak unless told, or unless I was asked a question, the
whole time I was in the basement. I told him I understood. We didn't
talk any more after that until we got into the garage. As I was
gathering up my clothes, Leo said, "I've put rubber bands on the peg
with your bondage gear. Fix your hair in a ponytail." I told him I
understood. As I opened the door to get out of the truck, he took my
purse from me, then told me to go through the door at the front of the
garage.
    
    Holding my coat, skirt, and shoes in my hands, I walked toward the
door. Leo called my name softly, and I stopped and turned to face him.
"Use your brain," he said, "you won't be subjected to more than you can
endure." I wasn't sure what he meant by "use your brain," but I didn't
think he would explain it to me if I asked. I smiled at him and turned
back to the door. "Thirty minutes," Leo said, reminding me that I only
had 30 minutes to perform all of my tasks in the basement before the
black door would open.
    
    I opened the door to the narrow room and walked in. Before closing
the door, I glanced quickly to make sure the locker door and elevator
door were both open and that my bondage gear was on the peg where it
belonged. All was as Leo said it would be, so I closed the door. When I
heard the door click, I felt a knot of fear in my stomach. I didn't
bother testing the door, I knew it wouldn't open for me. There was no
going back now, I could only go forward. Using a time saving strategy
that had occurred to me earlier in the week, I threw my clothes into
the locker and closed the locker door, grabbed my bondage gear and the
rubber bands from the peg, and then ran for the elevator.
    
    While the elevator was descending to the basement, I was putting on
my wrist and ankle cuffs, then my belt and collar. Each satisfying
click, as the leather straps locked around my flesh, was leading me
closer to Leo. My fear was being pushed into the background as my
anticipation and lust grew. I lusted for sex with Leo, but also for
anything he wanted to do to me, or more precisely anything he wanted to
do to my body. I was remembering his whips and his flogger and the
nighttime walks, naked in the freezing air. The elevator door opened
just as my collar clicked into place, so I slipped the rubber bands
around my wrist as I ran for the toilet area. There would be time
during the enemas for the ponytail.
    
    I was afraid to let go of the enema fill tube until all of the
warm, soapy water had drained into me. But as soon as I felt that
happen, I clenched down on the tube, let go of it with my hands, and
began tying my hair into a ponytail. It was awkward, on my knees and
with my forehead pressed to the floor, but I accomplished the task a
few minutes before the severe cramps started. As I waddled to the
toilet to release my first enema, I was satisfied that I was doing
everything possible to meet Leo's time requirement. If I was late and
had to endure additional punishment, so be it, I would get faster with
practice.
    
    Seconds after I had locked my wrists together behind my back, I
heard the door open. Someone walked through the door and slowly circled
around me. I could feel my heart pounding, and I was breathing in
shallow gasps. I was about to cross a threshold, figuratively and
literally, and although it terrified me, I wanted it very badly. I felt
a shoe on the inside of my right knee, pushing outward. "Your legs
should be open as far as they can be without causing pain," Leo said. I
was relieved to hear his voice, I had worried that it might be someone
else who came through the door, Anne I supposed. I opened my legs
wider, so wide that I did feel a little pain. "There won't be any
punishment this time, but don't forget the knees next time," Leo added.
    
    I came very close to saying, "Yes, Leo," but I caught myself just
in time and nodded my head instead. "You did very well meeting the
timeline, I'm proud of you," Leo said. I smiled, and after a pause he
said, "This is your last chance to back out. You can go back upstairs
and put on your clothes, and I'll take you back to school. But if you
don't leave right now, you won't be able to leave until Sunday night,
and until then you'll be under my complete control and at my mercy. Do
you want to leave now?" I quickly shook my head.
    
    "Very well, I'm going to take your blindfold off so I can slip a
hood over your head, but first I'm going to fit you with earplugs. When
I'm finished, you won't be able to hear or see, is that clear?" I
nodded. "When I take off your blindfold, do not open your eyes, do you
understand?" I nodded again. "We're going to start now," Leo said, and
that was the last thing I heard except for the earplugs sliding into
place. To my ears, the universe was reduced to the sounds of my
breathing and the pounding of my heart.
    
    Leo tapped lightly on the blindfold to let me know what was coming,
then he removed it and I immediately felt something slipping over my
face. It felt and smelled like leather, and it seemed to cover my whole
head except for my mouth. I felt him fastening a strap under my chin
and then another one around my throat, just above the top of my collar.
Then he seemed to be threading my ponytail through the back of the
hood, and finally he did something to tighten the hood from the back. I
assumed he was lacing it up, because I could feel it slowly tightening
around my scalp and face. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't comfortable,
either. Closing my mouth, I tried breathing through my nose. There
seemed to be a little restriction to the airflow, and there was a
strong smell of leather, but I could breathe just as well through my
nose as through my mouth.
    
    After my mask was fitted, Leo left me on my knees for what seemed
like a long time. I assumed he was either looking at me or else off
somewhere preparing my tortures. Then I felt him at my nipples,
gripping them between the thumb and finger of each hand. It felt
wonderful at first, until he squeezed hard and pulled up sharply. That
hurt enough to make me yelp, and I quickly got to my feet to relieve
the pain. When I was standing, he let me go and then took hold of only
my left nipple. He pulled forward, and I took that as my signal to
walk. After leading me about four steps, he let go of my nipple and I
stopped in my tracks. I assumed we stopped so he could close the black
door behind me, for very soon he took control of my nipple again and
led me another five or six paces. I stopped again as soon as he let go
of me. Standing and waiting, I noticed that the floor under my feet
felt like hard rubber. It was warm, and very comfortable to stand on
with bare feet.
    
    I felt Leo at my wrists, behind my back. He unfastened them, then
refastened them in front of me. But a few seconds after that he
unfastened them again and let go of me. I tried to lower my hands to my
side, but they wouldn't lower, each wrist cuff was attached to
something. A moment later that something began pulling my wrists upward
and outward, and it didn't stop until my arms were fully extended over
my head, at about a 45 degree angle to my body, and I was standing on
my tiptoes.
    
    Next, I felt Leo's hands at my ankles. He attached something to my
left ankle cuff, and then grasped my right ankle. I felt my legs being
spread apart, and a moment later I was hanging from my wrists. Leo let
go of my ankle, but I found that I couldn't bring my legs together and
I couldn't touch the floor with my feet. He left me like that for a few
moments, but then somehow he lowered me until I was able to stand on my
tiptoes again and take some of the strain off of my arms.
    
    Nothing happened after that for several minutes, and then I felt
something cold on my back, startling me somewhat. I quickly realized
that Leo was putting some kind of cream on me, and I tried to relax and
enjoy the feeling of his hands massaging my body. Within a few minutes
he had covered me from my shoulders to my knees, front and back, with
whatever the substance was. He even massaged it deep into my pussy and
coated my clit with it, but he left the immediate area of my anus free
of the cream. Then I was left alone for a long time, maybe 15 minutes.
    
    After a few minutes, I noticed that my skin began to feel warm and
tingly. It was wonderful and relaxing at first, but then the sensations
kept growing more intense, and soon I felt hot and prickly everywhere.
My pussy itched and burned, and I needed very badly to touch my erect,
stinging clit. Eventually the burning sensation reached a maximum, but
it stayed there, not fading as I had hoped it would. I knew I could
stand it at that level, but it was extremely uncomfortable, especially
the burning and itching in  my pussy and on my clit and breasts.
    
    More long minutes passed, then I felt something lightly touch my
nipple. I knew it had just brushed my skin, whatever it was, but it
hurt like hell. I think I yelped, I know I made some sort of sound in
response to the sudden pain. Soon I was lightly touched on my right
breast, then on the cheeks of my ass, and then on my belly. Everywhere
I felt the touch, it was accompanied by a sharp, burning pain. Finally,
the tip of my semi-erect clit was brushed, and that made me scream. It
was agonizing.
    
    A few seconds after he touched my clit, Leo put a gag into my
mouth. Feeling it press against my lips, I opened to let in whatever
Leo wanted to give me. It forced my jaw open wide and stretched my
lips, and after it lodged behind my teeth I felt Leo fastening its
strap behind my head. I found out later it was called a ball gag. As
soon as the gag was in place, Leo began flogging me.
    
    I had never felt anything that painful before. Everywhere the
flogger touched, it felt like it was tearing my flesh, ripping away the
layers of my skin as the strips of leather dragged across my back. I
was sure I was bleeding, it couldn't hurt that much and not be tearing
my skin. I was screaming as hard as I could against the ball gag that
filled my mouth, but Leo kept right on flogging me. Before the flogging
had progressed half way down my back I was exhausted from the pain and
from screaming, and I was having trouble catching my breath.
    
    Leo had told me he wouldn't subject me to more than I could endure,
but now he was killing me, torturing me to death. But why? If he wanted
to kill me, he would have done it last weekend, when nobody knew where
I was. He wouldn't do it now, after I'd had a week to blab to my
friends about where I was going for the weekend. What else had Leo told
me? "Use your head." I still didn't know what he meant by that, but if
using my head would help my pain, I had to try. How could my head help
against the onslaught of agony I felt in my back? Could I tune it out,
learn to ignore it? Fat chance of that. Then I had a thought. Leo had
flogged me the previous weekend, and it had hurt, but nothing like
this, not even close. Why, what was different? Was he using a different
flogger now? Was he striking me harder? Then, in a flash, I understood
what should have been obvious from the start. The cream he put on my
skin had made it supersensitive to touch. That was what he was showing
me, when he touched my nipple, my skin, my clit. I was getting the same
flogging now I had gotten last weekend, the exact same one. No matter
how it felt, I wasn't being harmed.
    
    If I hadn't been hurting so much, I would have laughed. I had
learned the secret of pain. Pain is scary because it means danger, it
means you're being damaged, it means stop what you're doing. But in
this case I wasn't being damaged, and I was in no danger. Leo was
exactly who I thought he was, not a torturer or a killer, he wasn't
causing me any harm. All I had to do was deal with the pain and outlast
it, and then we would move on to my next test. I relaxed my body as
much as I possibly could, then began screaming into the ball gag for
all I was worth. When I got too tired and too short of breath to
scream, I stopped until I could start again, and that's how I got
through the flogging.
    
    When Leo stopped flogging the front of my thighs, I knew it was
over and that I had survived it. I was hanging by my wrists, too tired
to support my weight on my tiptoes. My mask was wet and clammy from my
tears, and I could feel the droplets of sweat burning a path down my
hypersensitive skin. Leo unbuckled the ball gag strap and gently
removed it from my mouth. I was opening and closing my mouth, trying to
get rid of the stiffness in my jaw muscles, when Leo put a straw to my
lips. I eagerly closed on it and began sucking the cold water into my
mouth. When I had finished one glass, he brought me a second one, and I
drank half of that before letting go of the straw and trying to smile
for him.
    
    I felt Leo at my ankles, releasing me from whatever had held my
legs spread apart, then he began lowering my wrists. When my weight was
resting on my feet, I was too tired to stand up. As soon as my legs
began to sag, Leo put his arm around my waist and held me up until my
wrists were lowered far enough that he could release me from the
lifting mechanism. Still supporting my weight, he slowly walked me
about ten paces. When we stopped walking, he gently pushed me forward
until I felt the edge of something contacting my belly. My skin was
still exquisitely sensitive to the slightest touch, so the object
pressing against my belly, as well as Leo's arm and hand at my waist,
and even the incidental contact of my own arms on my sides, were all
causing me pain.
    
    Leo put a hand on my left calf and guided me as I lifted my leg and
placed my foot on a small platform that was raised about 6 inches off
of the floor. Then he did the same to my right leg, and then secured my
ankles so that I couldn't step off of the platforms. With his hand at
the back of my neck, he then forced me to bend at my waist until I felt
contact with something between my breasts. It was soft and yielding,
like it was padded, but nevertheless its contact caused me pain. Still
pressing me down at my neck, Leo pulled my right arm downward and
secured my wrist, then moved to my other side and secured my left
wrist. I could tell that whatever my chest was resting on didn't extend
forward, because I was able to lower my head as far as my neck would
bend.
    
    Returning to my rear end, Leo pressed down on the small of my back,
causing my stomach, and then my belly, to contact the same object my
chest was resting on. He fastened my belt to the structure that
supported me, making me ununable to raise up again after he had removed
his hand from my back. My ass was left sticking up in the air, but then
Leo showed me I could bend my knees and straighten my back, lowering my
ass. The impression I had was that I was secured to something like a
carpenter's sawhorse. It was relatively comfortable, the horizontal
piece being well padded, but it still caused me intense pain everywhere
it contacted my torso and thighs.
    
    I was left laying on the sawhorse for several minutes, then I felt
the tip of a dildo pressing painfully and insistently against my labia.
The inside of my pussy still burned and itched from the cream Leo had
rubbed inside me, and I knew the dildo would hurt, but I wasn't
prepared for how much it hurt. It felt like my vaginal walls were being
sandpapered, or maybe scraped with a coarse file would be more
accurate. I screamed in fear as much as in pain, because the
instantaneous mental picture I got was that I was being mutilated,
ruined, that I'd never be able to feel pleasure in there again. I went
through my calming thought process all over again, and soon I had
convinced myself that it was only a dildo, and that Leo would never do
to me what my nerve endings insisted he was in fact doing. That did
nothing for the pain, of course, but it did wonders for my fear.
Fortunately, Leo didn't fuck me with the dildo, he just pushed it all
the way inside me and left it there. The mere presence of the dildo,
pressing against my vaginal walls, was agony, but it would have been
unbearable if he had used it to fuck my pussy while I was so sensitive.
    
    The next sensation I felt, a minute later, was Leo's
well-lubricated finger pushing into my ass, and that didn't hurt at
all, it felt wonderful. I knew it was his finger, because he wiggled it
as he penetrated me. He fucked me with his finger for a few minutes,
and it was very nice, but it was one pleasurable feeling among many
painful ones. Soon Leo removed the single finger, then immediately
replaced it with two fingers, which felt even better. After a few
minutes he pulled them out, and I was unable to hold back a groan. But
I knew, or at least hoped I knew, what was coming next, and I wanted
Leo's cock inside me very badly.
    
    I got what I wanted. In spite of all the pain, I smiled and sighed
when I felt Leo's cock pushing open my sphincter. He eased his way into
me, and it felt wonderful, until he made contact with my ass and
thighs. I knew it was coming, and I tried to keep quiet and absorb the
pain, but I couldn't keep from yelping when his body contacted mine.
Leo pulled his cock almost all the way out, and then rammed it into me
full force. I screamed when our bodies again made contact, and then Leo
gave me a sharp slap on my ass. His slap hurt much worse than the pain
that had made me scream, but somehow I managed to choke back a second
scream. His message came through to me loud and clear: I was going to
be fucked, and it was going to hurt, but it would hurt a lot worse if I
didn't keep quiet.
    
    Leo fucked me for a long time, as he nearly always did. Every
stroke of his cock in my ass was pleasure, and every contact of his
body with mine was pain. I did my best to relax my body, and to
concentrate on the pleasure and ignore the pain, but the pain refused
to be ignored. I was able to avoid screaming or yelling, but I cried
the whole time he fucked me, and I failed a few times to hold back
sobs. I guess sobs were Ok, though, because Leo didn't slap my ass
again after the one time. Eventually I grew too tired hold my head up
any longer, but a few moments after I lowered my head I felt Leo pull
his cock out of my ass. I was sure he would want to cum in my mouth, so
I did my best to raise my head for him, but I was too tired. I was
expecting him to take my head in his hands, but instead he grabbed hold
of my pony tail and pulled back on it, forcing my head up.
    
    I opened my mouth, and Leo pushed his cock all the way to the back
of my throat. When I gagged, he withdrew a little, and then he
immediately shot his load of hot cum into my mouth. I tried my best to 
swallow it all, and then used the last of my strength to lick him
clean. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, then gently lowered my head.
    
    After letting me rest on the sawhorse for a few minutes, Leo first
released my wrists, then my ankles, and finally my belt. He helped me
move my feet from the two platforms back onto the floor, then he stood
me upright and walked me a few paces away from the horse. He helped me
drop to my knees, and then he pulled my arms up over my head and let go
of them. It was all I could do to hold them up, the effort made me
tremble. A few seconds later I felt a cool spray on my chest and
breasts, and then it moved down my stomach and belly, and then it was
on my clit and my labia, and then my thighs. A few seconds after the
spray touched my skin, the awful burning and itching and prickly
sensation began to fade. After Leo had sprayed my front side, he did my
back side, and then he carefully opened my pussy lips and sprayed the
liquid all around the dildo inside me. After waiting a few more
seconds, he painlessly extracted the dildo, sprayed inside my pussy
again, and then spread the liquid around inside me with his fingers.
    
    When he finished spraying me, Leo took my hands and helped me to
lie down on my back. He didn't touch me for a few minutes after that,
but I was pretty sure he was sitting beside me. All of a sudden I felt
a light touch on my left nipple, but it didn't hurt, it felt normal.
Then he took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it,
and it didn't hurt, it felt good. Then he squeezed my nipple hard, and
that hurt, but it hurt normally. I laughed, then I spread my legs and
held my hands up to where I thought Leo was sitting. Leo took my left
hand and kissed it, but then he slapped my pussy hard, making me
remember what he had said in the truck. Friday nights were for pain.
        
    When Leo touched me again, it was to help me sit up and take more
water. After I had drank another glass, he laid me back down on the
floor and rolled me onto my stomach. I felt him rotating my wrist
manacles, then he gently pulled my arms behind my back and clipped my
wrists together. The palms of my hands were facing one another, and Leo
indicated that he wanted me to interlock my fingers. After I had done
that, I felt something being attached to each arm, just below and just
above my elbows. Leo helped me rise to my knees and then to lower my
ass onto my heels. Then I felt him doing something behind me, and I
realized that my elbows were slowly being pulled together. Before long
I began feeling a lot of stress in my shoulders, and soon after that
Leo stopped whatever he was doing for long enough to indicate that he
wanted me to straighten my posture, and sit with my chest thrust out
and my shoulders back. Once I was sitting the way he wanted, I again
felt my elbows being pulled together, and soon I could tell that they
were actually touching. In spite of my posture, I felt a lot of stress
in my shoulders and elbows, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before
I was again in pain.
    
    Leo apparently had my arms the way he wanted them, so he turned his
attention to my legs. Keeping me sitting on my heels with my legs
spread wide apart, he put some kind of wide belt or sleeve around my
thigh and calf on each leg, and then tightened them until I couldn't
raise up off of my heels. Now I was feeling stress in my knees as well
as my shoulders and elbows.
    
    He left me like that for maybe a minute, then I felt him doing
something to the back of my mask. I thought he might be taking it off,
but instead he was attaching something to it. I felt my head being
forced back gently, and then I felt Leo running some kind of cord or
rope down my back and under my hands. A moment later there was a strong
backward tug on my head, and at the same time something was pushed into
my ass. I could tell it was metal, because it felt cold. Somehow it was
attached to the cord running down from my head, because when I tried to
raise my head to relieve the tension in my neck, I felt a sharp pain in
my ass. As soon as I forced my head back farther, the pain in my ass
eased. While I was trying to find a comfortable trade-off between the
pain in my ass and the strain in my neck muscles, Leo attached
something to each of my nipples, I was pretty sure it was the Clover
Clamps.
    
    Leo didn't touch me for several minutes after that, and I was
beginning to wonder if he had left me to suffer alone. Then I felt his
hands on my shoulders, and he began tipping me forward. I almost cried
out to him, because I was afraid he was going to let me tip over onto
my face, but I forced myself to keep silent, knowing that I could trust
him, and that I had to obey him and keep silent.
    
    All of my weight was resting on my kneecaps, and if the floor
hadn't been so soft I'm sure it would have been very painful for my
knees. Leo continued tilting my body forward, while I concentrated on
balancing the pain in my kneck and my ass. Just when I thought for sure
that my head was going to be pressed into the floor, I felt contact
pressure on both of my shoulders. There were some sort of padded
objects at each shoulder, with a gap between them for my head. Leo let
go of me, and my full weight was resting on my shoulders and my knees.
The strain in my neck muscles was increased, because gravity was now
trying to pull my head forward and downward, and it took greater effort
to keep my head back as far as I could to avoid the sharp pain in my
ass.
    
    Leo attached something to my wrist manacles, then I felt my arms
being pulled upward and forward. Since my elbows were locked together,
all of the stress from the new force on my wrists was transferred
directly to my shoulders. As my arms were slowly and relentlessly
pulled, the pain in my shoulders became severe, and I felt sure they
would dislocate. But finally the motion stopped, and my shoulders had
not dislocated, they just hurt like hell. I was beginning to understand
why my yoga training was important.
    
    Panting from the exertion required to keep my head back, whimpering
from the pain in my shoulders and the increasing pain in my nipples, I
waited for Leo's next addition to my misery. It never came. Long
minutes went by, during which the pain in my shoulders seemed to peak,
but the pain in my nipples, my neck, and my ass kept growing worse.
There was absolutely nothing I could to to help my nipples, I just had
to live with that pain. But I was trying a strategy to help my neck and
ass. It wasn't a good strategy, it was just the best I could come up
with at the time. I would relax my neck as much as possible, until the
pain in my ass was at the maximum I thought I could stand, and then see
how long I could stand it. When I couldn't take it any more, I would
force my head back until the pain in my neck muscles was at the maximum
I thought I could stand, and then I'd see how long I could stand that.
As I said, it wasn't a good strategy, it was just the best I could do.
    
    It seemed like Leo had been gone for an eternity. Everything hurt.
That's not true, my hands and feet didn't hurt, because they had gone
numb; but even they had joined in my torment, having spent long minutes
in the pins-and-needles stage before finally losing all feeling. My
knees and shoulders both hurt from the unexpected pressure of my body
weight, my shoulders hurt doubly from the tension they were under, and
my neck muscles, my asshole, and my nipples were on fire.
    
    I had been crying under my mask, and sobbing out loud, for a long
time. I had even screamed a few times, as a substitute for speaking. I
wanted so badly to call out to Leo, to beg him to release me from the
misery I was in, but at the same time that was the last thing I wanted
to do. What I really wanted was to endure it. I wanted to find a way,
any way at all, to take whatever Leo wanted me to take, to get through
it, so I could move on to the next challenge, and the next one after
that, and on and on. Because I knew that there would be breaks in the
sequence of challenges, and that those breaks would find me in bed with
Leo, or in the shower sucking Leo's cock, or bent over my table in the
bedroom with Leo's cock in my ass, or simply kneeling on the floor
resting my head on Leo's thigh. Those would be my rewards, along with
praise from Leo when I had pleased him, and his whip on my flesh when I
needed correction or motivation.
    
    My tears had run their course, and I had no energy left to spare
for sobs or screams. I was all about minimizing the pain I had some
control over, and enduring the rest. Then I felt Leo's hand pressing on
my forehead. I sighed and relaxed my burning neck muscles, and Leo
supported my head as I knew he would. After a moment he pushed my head
backward a tiny bit, then he slowly lowered it down until my forehead
rested on the floor. What a relief. A few moments later I felt my arms
being lowered, and soon they were resting on my back. After he had
removed the metal dildo, or hook, or whatever it was, from my ass, he
carefully rotated my body back to a kneeling position, then removed the
clamps from my nipples. He quickly loosened and then removed the straps
at my elbows, then unstrapped my legs. After releasing my wrists and
helping me reposition my stiff, unresponsive arms in front of me, he
eased me down onto my side and then rolled me onto my back.
    
    Leo spent some time massaging my arms and legs, then he left me
alone again. When he returned, he pulled me into a kneeling position on
all fours. After a moment I felt a sting on the right cheek of my ass.
I could tell from the way it felt that it was the whip with the leather
tab at the end, then I smiled at the thought that I was already an
expert on which whip Leo was using on me. Soon I felt a stronger sting
on my left cheek, and soon after that I felt Leo's foot on my ass,
pushing me forward. I hadn't understood that he wanted me to crawl.
    
    I had crawled about 10 feet when he hit my right cheek again with
the whip. I thought he wanted me to stop, so I did, but that was wrong.
He hit me across my pussy with the whip, and I yelped and began
crawling again. A moment later he stung my right cheek again, and this
time I felt his leg on my left side, forcing me to turn to the right.
Ok, I understood that my ass cheeks were turn signals. He hit my pussy
lightly, and after another yelp I began crawling faster, I had an
accelerator as well as turn signals.
    
    Leo steered me around the room for at least 15 minutes. At first it
seemed like I was always turning, but then I realized he was correcting
my turns with turns in the opposite direction. Then I figured out that
the intensity of the sting on my ass was supposed to tell me how much
to turn. A bad sting was a sharp turn, a slight sting was a gentle
turn. Soon I was crawling straight for longer times, and then I
realized that the path I was taking formed a large rectangle.
    
    Finally the crawling ended. Leo stopped me by grabbing my ponytail
and yanking on it. I stayed on my hands and knees, waiting for whatever
was next. I felt Leo's hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me
downward. I bent my elbows and let him push my head toward the floor,
and when he stopped pushing I held my position.
    
    Something smelled good. I couldn't identify it, but it made me
realize that I was very hungry. I hadn't eaten since breakfast, I had
been too nervous for lunch before meeting Leo. A second later I felt
Leo's finger on my lips, and I immediately opened my mouth. He touched
my tongue with his finger, and I tasted oatmeal. Plain oatmeal, no
sugar and no cream, but it tasted wonderful. 
    
    As soon as Leo removed his finger from my mouth, I made a lip
smacking sound, hopefully indicating that I wanted more. He again
pushed my head down, and soon my mouth encountered the oatmeal. I
caught on right away that I was supposed to eat it on my hands and
knees, like a dog at its food dish. When I took my first mouthful of
oatmeal, Leo patted me on my head. I wiggled my ass in thanks, wishing
I had a tail to wag for him.
    
    While I ate, I thought about Allie and Karen, and wondered how they
were spending their Friday night. Each had probably eaten dinner at a
nice restaurant, or at least a tavern that served good food, all
expenses paid by some immature jerk of a boy who was hoping to get
laid. How envious they would be, if they could see me here on my hands
and knees, naked, eating plain oatmeal from a bowl on the floor, while
a man stood over me with a whip which I hoped he would use on me again
soon. I couldn't keep myself from laughing, and Leo did indeed use the
whip on me, coming down hard between my shoulder blades. I got the
message, laughing was not allowed during pain and humiliation training.
    
    After I licked my oatmeal bowl clean, I raised my head and waited
for Leo's direction. I felt his hand on the back of my head. He gently
forced me to move to one side, then pushed my head down again. There
was a bowl of water below my face, which I began trying to lap up with
my tongue, thinking that's how dogs did it. I decided right away that I
would die of thirst if I had to lap up water with my tongue, so I put
my lips down into the water and began sucking it up. That worked much
better, and before long I had sucked the bowl dry, which probably
amounted to a little more than a glassful of water. When I raised my
head from the empty water dish, I got another pat on my head, and I
wiggled my ass again in thanks.
    
    Leo raised me up off of my hands, then pulled my wrists behind my
back and fastened them together. After laying me down on my side, he
fastened my ankle cuffs together also. A little later I felt him
attaching something to my cuffs, and then my ankles were being pulled
up toward my wrists. I tried to relax my body and let Leo position me
the way he wanted, and soon my feet met my hands, I was hogtied. It
wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't painful either, so I tried to make
myself as comfortable as I could while waiting for whatever was next.
    
    I lay hogtied on the floor for a long time, I assumed that Leo was
giving me time to digest my oatmeal. I actually went to sleep waiting
for him to come back, and I don't think Leo liked that, because he woke
me up with the whip, giving me a few hard stings on my breasts. I was
disoriented when I woke up. I knew I was in Leo's basement, and I knew
I had to remain silent, but I had no idea how much time had passed. I
doubted it was days, but it could easily have been one day. I thought
back to the previous weekend, when Leo had fucked and tormented me
until dawn and I hadn't realized it, it had seemed like only a few
hours to me. I knew Leo was going to keep me there in his basement as
long as he wanted to, and I was all for that, but it bothered me that I
didn't have a clue how much time had passed.
    
    After releasing me from the hogtie, Leo pulled me to my feet and
took me to another part of the room. He had me straddle something, it
felt like a plastic or rubber tray, then he made me kneel with a knee
on either side of the thing. He grasped my wrist and pulled my hand
down in front of me, until my fingers encountered something that felt
like sand. He let go of my hand, then I felt his fingers at my pussy,
spreading my labia and then lightly rubbing my urethra with a finger.
It was a fucking litter box, like cats use, and he wanted me to pee in
it. I whimpered, and he immediately struck me across my breasts with
his whip, hard enough to make me gasp. Reluctantly I nodded my head,
and he took my hand and moved it to my pussy. I spread my labia and
tried to pee, but it was difficult, I really didn't want to do it.
After a moment, Leo struck my breasts again with the whip. I had no
choice, so a second later I began releasing my urine, like a good
little kitty bitch. My face felt red hot, and I was glad I was wearing
the mask to hide my shame.
    
    As soon as my urine flow stopped, I felt Leo dabbing at my pussy.
He was wiping me with toilet paper, just in case I wasn't humiliated
enough yet, I supposed. Then he helped me to my feet and led me by a
nipple to another part of the room. I'm pretty sure it was a place we
had visited before, because I was soon suspended by my wrists, with my
feet spread wide apart and my tiptoes barely touching the floor. Then I
felt the tip of something being dragged horizontally across my breasts,
and then again, about an inch lower. I knew it was what Leo referred to
as my whip, the first one he had ever used on me, the one that had made
the stripes on my breasts and ass the previous weekend. Those marks had
almost faded away, they were barely visible on my flesh, but I knew I
was about to receive a fresh set of stripes.
    
    Leo made me wait long moments for the first one, and then he struck
me on my ass. I cried out from the initial pain, then moaned as it kept
increasing. He waited perhaps 30 seconds before striking me again,
across my belly. That surprised me, after the first one I had expected
to receive a bunch of them on my ass. I screamed. Leo again waited
while the pain built up, then he struck my breasts, and I screamed
again. That was the pattern, he randomly struck my ass, belly, and
breasts, and for good measure he gave me a few on my back and on the
upper part of my thighs. After the third or fourth one, I was sobbing
and gasping. He hadn't gagged me, even though he had to know I would
soon be begging. As soon as I spoke for the first time, begging and
pleading with him to stop, he struck me quickly three times in a row
across my breasts, and then he paused long enough to put the ball gag
back in my mouth. After he gagged me, he continued the leisurely
whipping. When it finally stopped, I was in agony from the accumulated
pain, drenched in sweat, and hanging limply from my wrists. It had been
done so slowly that it took me a long time to realize it was over.
    
    After leaving me hanging for a minute, Leo began applying some
cream to my tortured flesh. I despaired, thinking it was a repeat
application of the burning cream, and certain that there was no way I
could withstand it again so soon, especially on top of the pain I
already felt from the whipping. But I was wrong, it wasn't the burning
cream, it was very soothing. It must have contained a topical
anesthetic, because my intense pain soon began to fade to manageable
levels.
    
    Leo freed my ankles, then held me around the waist again as he
lowered me. After releasing my wrists from the hoist mechanism, he
supported my weight as we walked a short distance to a padded table.
After helping me sit on the edge the table, Leo brought me a glass of
water, and I drank it all. He took the glass from my hand, then gently
forced me down onto the table on my back. In short order he had my
wrists restrained above my head, attached to some fixture at the
corners of the table. He did the same thing to my ankles, then I was
spread-eagled on the table and couldn't move my hands or feet. My final
attachment to the table was my belt, and then I couldn't move anything
but my head.
    
    Leo put a small pillow under my head, kissed my lips, and then
began running his fingers lightly over my body. His touch felt
wonderful, even when he touched one of the many tender stripes he had
just given me. After touching me all over, from my shoulders to my
knees, he began concentrating his attention on my breasts and my labia.
I was starting to get into what he was doing, it seemed a lot like
foreplay to me. Although I was exhausted, I was up for some fucking if
that's what Leo wanted.
    
    Leo kept working on me until I was hot and moaning, ready to be
fucked. Suddenly he put a dildo in my pussy and started it vibrating at
a very low level. He kissed me on the lips, and then I didn't feel his
touch again. I waited for what he was going to do next; but after a
long while the awful truth dawned on me, it had been a good-night kiss.
No, I told myself, he wouldn't do that to me, but I knew that's exactly
what he had done. I accepted it, if that's how he wanted to treat me
that was his right. But nobody told me I had to spend the night with
that damned vibrator in my pussy, I would just push it out. I pushed,
but nothing happened. I pushed harder, but the dildo remained. Leo must
have done something, he probably taped over it so I couldn't push it
out. Sure enough, I could feel something pulling at my skin when I
pushed, the dildo was taped to me. It would torment me all night,
unless the batteries ran down, and somehow I was sure Leo had that
possibility covered, too. After all that he had put me through, leaving
me like this was too much. I almost screamed at him, what I wanted to
say was "Fuck you, Leo, you bastard!" But I was able to stop myself
from speaking, and instead I just screamed, as long and as loud as I
could.
    
    The outburst made me feel better, but it didn't do anything to help
the situation. I tried to relax and let myself sleep. Certainly I was
tired enough to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come. I figured that the best
I was going to get was some rest and relaxation, so I tried to let
myself relax completely. I lay there for an eternity, cursing the
insistent, mindless dildo in my pussy, the lover that made me want so
much more, but wouldn't provide it. I did finally go to sleep, but it
seemed like only seconds later that Leo woke me.
    
    I woke up while Leo was releasing my wrists. After freeing both
wrists and my belt, he helped me sit up. As soon as I moved, I became
aware of the stiffness in my shoulders, knees, and hips, and the
tenderness on my breasts and belly, and especially on my ass. I also
noticed that it felt wet and sticky all around my ass and thighs, and I
knew I was sitting in the fluids that had run out of my pussy
overnight. After refastening my wrists together behind my back, Leo
began taking off my mask. That got my attention, because I was curious
to see the place where I had been tortured.
    
    I wasn't sure what to do when the mask was off of my head, so I
kept my eyes closed and waited for his instructions. Leo gently removed
my earplugs, then said, "It's Ok, Becky, open your eyes." The first
thing I saw when I opened my eyes was me, the wall in front of me was
all mirrors. After inspecting my freshly-striped body for a few
seconds, I slowly looked around the room, trying to determine where I
was during my tortures. I first spotted the ropes hanging from pulleys
in the ceiling, that had to be where I had hung from my wrists while
being flogged, and then later while I was whipped. I saw the litter box
in a corner of the room, I didn't want to think about what had happened
there. I saw the chair Anne had sat in the previous Sunday, torturing
her slaves while Leo and I watched her on TV. I saw a lot of ropes,
belts, whips, paddles, and other things I couldn't identify, all
hanging from hooks along one wall. Then I noticed the sawhorse I had
been bent over while Leo fucked my ass. There was other equipment in
the room that I hadn't yet experienced, but I knew I would, and perhaps
very soon. I would have asked Leo a million questions, if I'd been free
to speak.
    
    After letting me have time to look around, Leo freed my ankles from
the table. He rubbed his fingers on the table between my legs, then
held them up for me to see the glistening fluid. "You've made quite a
mess while you slept," he said. He reached down and ripped off the tape
that had held the dildo in my pussy all night, and then pulled out the
dildo. I had lived with the vibration in my pussy for so long that I
hadn't been consciously aware of it until it was gone. 
    
    Leo said, "We have a busy day ahead of us, but there are some
housekeeping issues to address first. Before we start, I need to make
sure you understand what constitutes disobedience." He paused to let
that sink in, and I began to think I was in trouble. Disobedience meant
the box out in the woods, and I didn't want to go there. "When I tell
you to do something and you refuse, that clearly is disobedience, do
you agree?"
    
    "Yes, Leo," I whispered, my voice weak and hoarse from all the
screaming I'd done the previous evening.
    
    "I'm glad you understand that much at least," he said. "Now, what
if I give you an order and you're slow to obey? To me, that's like
you're letting me know you don't want to do it, or you're silently
asking me not to make you do it. I call that disobedience, too. What do
you think?"
    
    He had to be referring to the litter box. "If you say that's
disobedience, then that's what it is, Leo," I whispered.
    
    "Very good, Becky, that's the right answer," Leo said. "I
definitely say that being slow to obey is a form of disobedience, and
will be punished the same as disobedience. Now, here's the most
important question, listen carefully. Do you understand that you do not
have the option to disobey or refuse any command I give you, or even
any request I make of you? And have I explained to you what will happen
to you if you disobey me?"
    
    I had started shaking. "Yes, Leo, I understand that I can't refuse
you anything, and I know what will happen if I try," I said.
    
    "Then why did you refuse my command to pee in your litter box?"
    
    I thought about it, because I wanted to give him my true answer, I
just didn't know what that was. Finally I said, "I honestly don't know,
Leo, it was just something I didn't think I could do. It was so
degrading, treating me like an animal. And even though I was
blindfolded, I knew you'd be watching me do it, Leo, it was just too
hard."
    
    "You're wrong about that, Becky," Leo said. "Too hard is if I ask
you to lift more weight than your muscles can support. Too hard is if I
ask you to run faster than you are capable of running. Too hard is if I
ask you a question you can't answer. Peeing where and when I tell you
isn't too hard, Becky, you just do it. I treated you like an animal
when I made you walk around the room on all fours, and when I made you
eat from a pet dish. That didn't seem too hard, in fact I think you
enjoyed it."
    
    "I did, Leo, you're right," I said. "I'm sorry I can't explain the
difference, Leo, but to me there is a difference."
    
    "Let's cut to the chase, Becky," he said. "In a way, it's a good
thing that you initially refused to pee in your litter box. That sort
of thing comes up a lot in training submissives. It's called a barrier,
or a wall, or a taboo. Whenever a barrier is encountered, the
submissive must be given incentive to break through the barrier. One of
the main purposes of your training is to shatter all of your barriers,
and I promise you that together we will do that. Do you understand?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, I understand," I said. "I have to break through all of
my barriers."
    
    "Very good, Becky," Leo said. "And here's how we're going to break
through this particular barrier. Until further notice, you will use
your litter box exclusively, toilets are off limits to you. Whenever
you have to pee or take a crap, you will tell me. As soon as it's
convenient, I'll bring you to your litter box, and then I'll watch you
eliminate your waste. When you've finished, you will remove your waste
from the litter box and flush it down the toilet. Do you understand?"
    
    My face felt hot, I knew I was blushing. "Yes, Leo, I understand,"
I said.
    
    "Good," Leo said. "Do you have to go now?"
    
    "Yes, Leo," I whispered. I couldn't meet his eyes, and fortunately
he let me get away with speaking to him with my eyes lowered. He took
me by my arm and led me to the litter box, but instead of telling me to
squat over it, he reached down and picked up two objects from the floor
beside the box.
    
    "These are your litter box maintenance tools," Leo said. "We use
only the finest flushable, clumping cat litter. After you've made your
deposit in the litter box, you will use this scoop," and he held up a
small shovel-like tool, then continued, "to scoop your clumped waste
from the litter box and transfer it to the toilet. Then you will use
this rake," and he held up a small rake, "to rake the litter smooth, so
it will be ready for your next visit." 
    
    I couldn't believe he was making such a production of it, but then
it occurred to me that he was turning it into a ritual, like the ritual
of handling the whips. Maybe he thought that some day I'd get hot from
scooping my crap out of a litter box, but I was pretty sure that would
never happen.
    
    Leo put the scoop and rake in my hands and told me to follow him.
Then he picked up my litter box, with last night's pee nicely clumped
in the center of the box, and walked toward what I assumed was the
black door. It was white from the side we were on.
    
    After Leo unlocked the door, we walked through. He set down my
litter box right next to the toilet, then stepped back and took the
tools from me. Opening his hand and sweeping his arm in invitation, he
said, "Your litter box awaits you, Becky."
    
    I hated what he was making me do, but I had no choice. I walked up
to the litter box and straddled it. "No, no, face this way, and look at
me the whole time you're on the box," Leo said. I stepped back over the
box, turned around, and then straddled it again. My eyes locked on
Leo's, I knelt over the box and tried to get comfortable. The sides of
the box pressed against my thighs, making it painful to squat down as
low as I wanted to. I raised up a little bit, and then began peeing.
Leo smiled at me. "See, that was easy, wasn't it?" he said.
    
    "No, Leo, it's very difficult," I said.
    
    "Well, you make it look easy," he said. When I finished peeing, I
remained in place over the box. "You're going to have to do it
eventually," Leo said. He was right, I began taking my first shit in my
litter box. Right away, I learned one of the benefits of the commode
that had never occurred to me. It minimizes the smell. Leo grinned when
he saw me wrinkle my nose. "You'll get used to it," he said. At least,
I thought, he had to smell it too.
    
    When I was finished, Leo let me stand up. I wanted to ask him if
he'd release my hands so I could wipe myself, but speaking without
permission would be another violation of the rules, and they were
adding up. Leo told me to come to him, and when I was standing in front
of him he said, "You may kiss me now, and thank me for helping you
break down your barriers." He brought his lips within my reach, and I
gave him a peck. Before I could speak to thank him, he said, "Oh, no,
you're not getting away with that. You've gotta mean it."
    
    There was no escaping it. Leo wouldn't meet me halfway the second
time, he made me get on my tiptoes and stretch my head up to meet his
lips. After giving him the best kiss I could muster, I said, "Leo, I
really am grateful to you for helping me break down my barriers. Thank
you."
    
    Leo bent down and gave me a great kiss, and at the same time he
took hold of my nipples and gently rolled them between his fingers and
thumbs, making me moan from pleasure. "That was nice, Becky, and you're
very welcome," he said, then he turned me around and unclipped my
wrists. "Go and perform your maintenance duties now, Becky," he said.
    
    I walked back to the litter box, then bent and picked up the scoop.
"Always hold the tools with both hands, Becky," Leo instructed me. I
had been right, he was going to turn the litter box maintenance chore
into a ritual. I gripped the handle of the scoop in both hands, then
turned to Leo for further instructions. He smiled, seeing that I
understood there was a procedure that I had to learn. "First, scoop
some litter over the shit to coat it, then get under it with the scoop
and lift it out," he said. After I did that, he said, "Now carry it to
the toilet and gently lower it into the water. Don't make a splash, but
don't put the scoop in the water either." It all seemed silly to me, it
was hard to keep from grinning, but I managed to keep a straight face
and carried out Leo's instructions to his satisfaction. After I had
repeated the procedure for the two clumps of my pee and flushed the
toilet, Leo had me take the scoop to the wash basin and leave it there.
    
    Returning to the litter box, I picked up the rake with both hands
and began smoothing out the litter. "Always leave an interesting
pattern in the litter," Leo said, "It doesn't matter what, wavy lines,
circles, whatever you feel like." That was too much, I had to laugh. I
was afraid I'd made Leo angry, but he was smiling when I looked at him.
"It'll be your own little Zen garden," he said. "When you come back to
use the box the next time, you'll see the pattern, and you'll know it
was a gift you left there for yourself." In a bizarre way, that made
sense to me. After smoothing out the litter, I left a pattern of wavy
lines in it. When I was finished, I straightened up and looked down at
the litter box. It made me smile, and I knew I wouldn't have any more
problems using my litter box.
    
    After I had washed and dried the tools and my hands, Leo clipped my
wrists together behind my back. "There's one more housekeeping chore
you have to perform, Becky," he said, "then I'll give you your morning
shower, and we can go upstairs for breakfast." He grasped my right
nipple and led me back into the dungeon. As we walked toward the bench
where I had spent the night, I thought I knew what the chore was, and
if I was right, it was going to be much harder than using the litter
box.
    
    Leo led me to the padded bench and let go of my nipple. "Please
clean up the mess you left on the table, Becky," he said. "I'll be back
to inspect your work in a few minutes." Then he turned and walked back
out of the dungeon door. I looked down at the bench for a few seconds,
then took a deep breath and began licking up the mostly-dried pussy
juices that covered a large area of the bench. I tried not to think
about what I was doing, then I tried to pretend that I was really doing
something else, and finally I tried to pretend that it was Anne's
secretions rather than my own. Nothing worked. I was licking up dried
bodily fluids from the table, and it was a disgusting thing to do, but
I did it because I had no choice.
    
    Leo gave me plenty of time to do the job. Several times I stopped
licking and looked around to see if he was behind me, watching my
disgusting act, but he stayed out of the room the whole time. When I
finished cleaning off the table with my tongue, I stood upright and
waited for Leo to return. After awhile, I heard him walking up behind
me, then he was beside me. "All finished?" he asked.
    
    I couldn't look at him. "Yes, Leo," I whispered.
    
    Leo bent over the table and looked carefully at the surface, then
he pointed out three places where he claimed I hadn't licked up
everything. I didn't see anything at all in the places he indicated,
but nevertheless I bent over the table and worked on those areas again
with my tongue. As I was licking, Leo said, "Normally I would punish
you for doing a less than perfect job, but you've already earned so
much punishment that I'm going to let it slide this one time."
    
    After I thought I had spent enough time re-licking the areas Leo
had indicated, I straightened up again and waited. After reinspecting
the table, Leo said it was clean, then he took me by my nipple and led
me out of the dungeon.
    
    "On your knees," he said, after putting a shower cap over my hair.
We were back at the toilet area outside the dungeon, in the corner of
the room that served as an open-air shower stall. I dropped to my
knees, then without having to be told, I tilted my head back, closed my
eyes, and opened my mouth. I heard Leo unzip his fly, then I felt his
hot piss splash on my breasts and begin running down onto my stomach
and legs. Right away the stream began climbing up my chest, then onto
my neck and into my mouth. As Leo had told me to do, I swallowed a
mouthful of his piss and then closed my throat, letting the piss
overflow my mouth and run back out again. I was taking very shallow
breaths through my nose, trying to avoid inhaling anything that might
splash into my nostrils.
    
    As soon as Leo finished pissing, I opened my eyes and watched him
put his cock back in his pants. "On your feet," he said. I got to one
knee and then stood up. Leo took a handheld shower head from a hook on
the wall. He turned on the cold water and began spraying me from head
to toe. The icy water was a shock to my skin, I couldn't help squealing
when I first felt it, and within seconds I was shivering. "Turn around
slowly," Leo said, and I began turning in place while he played the
water stream up and down my body. After about a minute of that, he shut
off the water and returned the shower head to its hook. Taking a bottle
of bath soap, he drizzled it down over my shoulders and breasts, and
then began soaping me up.
    
    In spite of the misery I was in from the cold water shower, Leo's
hands on my body felt good, and reminded me of how badly I needed to be
fucked. He spent a long time massaging the soap into my breasts. When I
moaned softly, he smiled. "You're so responsive," he said. "When I've
trained you to your full potential, I'll be able to play your body like
a musical instrument. I'll keep you right on the edge of an orgasm for
hours at a time. Every few days, if you're a good little slut and work
hard to earn it, I'll let you cum." That was the first time Leo had
said anything like that to me. It sounded so cold and cruel, and yet as
soon as he said it I knew that was how I wanted him to treat me. No,
wanted is the wrong word, what I wanted was for Leo to fuck me every
minute of every hour. But the cruel treatment he had described was what
I knew I needed. I also remembered what Leo had said the previous
weekend, that he didn't think of me as a slut, but he would call me
that or worse when he thought I needed to be humiliated.
    
    As he was working his way down my body with his soapy hands, Leo
skipped over my crotch. After he had thoroughly soaped my legs and
feet, and then rinsed off my feet so I wouldn't slip on the tile floor,
he told me to open my legs wider. "Now for the interesting parts," he
said. "I know you want to cum, but I don't want you to. If you let
yourself cum, you'll be in big  trouble for disobeying me. Is that
clear?"
    
    "Yes, Leo," I whispered in response to his direct question.
    
    Right away I felt Leo's slick, soapy fingers caressing my labia. I
wanted to cum so badly, I wasn't sure I could resist his touch. I did
my best not to think about what he was doing, as he separated my labia
and began rubbing my inner lips, and then probing even deeper with his
fingers. I was sure I would lose it if he touched my clit, but he must
have known how close I was to coming. After pushing his fingers around
inside me for a few seconds, he withdrew them and moved on to my ass.
It felt wonderful when he pushed a finger into my anus and wiggled it
inside me, but that kind of stimulation was much easier to withstand
than direct contact with my pussy.
    
    When Leo had soaped me to his satisfaction, he retrieved the shower
head from its hook and hit me again with the cold water. I had to turn
slowly while he rinsed me everywhere. Finally, he adjusted the water
flow to a gentle setting, then thoroughly rinsed my pussy inside and
out.
    
    After patting me dry and removing my shower cap, Leo led me to the
wash basin. "I got you your very own tooth brush," he said, holding it
up for me to see. My wrists were still clasped together behind my back,
but instead of releasing them Leo brushed my teeth for me. Even after
everything he had done to me, having Leo brush my teeth was a very
intimate experience. He was gentle and thorough, and by the time he
told me to spit I wanted very much to kiss him, but I knew better than
to try.
    
    "Time to go upstairs, Becky," Leo said as he led me back into the
dungeon and to the featureless door that had to be a second elevator. I
was guessing that it would open in the hallway upstairs. As the
elevator rose, Leo said, "You're free to speak whenever you wish now,
Becky, unless I tell you to keep quiet."
    
    "Thank you, Leo," I rasped, then cleared my throat. All of the
screaming I had done the previous night had taken a toll on my voice.
    
    As I had guessed, the elevator door opened in the hallway. Leo led
me directly to the kitchen, then released my wrists. "You're going to
make my breakfast, bacon and eggs, toast and coffee," he said. He
instructed me on every step, even though I told him I could manage
bacon and eggs on my own. He said I had to learn to prepare his meals
the way he wanted them, so I would do everything exactly as he
directed.
    
    As I was putting two strips of bacon in the skillet, I said, "Don't
I get any breakfast, Leo? I'm very hungry."
    
    "You'll eat after I'm finished," was all he said. After I had set
his breakfast out on the dining room table as he required, he sat down
in front of his plate. I half expected him to order me under the table
for some cock sucking, but instead he said, "Get on the table, you'll
be the centerpiece for breakfast."
    
    I climbed onto the table and positioned myself on my knees facing
Leo. The table was a very hard surface to kneel on, and it hurt my
knees. "Spread your legs," Leo said. when my legs were spread wide, he
had me place my open right hand over my pussy, with my center finger
bent at a right angle and inserted inside me. Then he had me do the
same with my left hand over my ass. It was an awkward position, and
very embarrassing. I was blushing, which made Leo smile. "I don't care
what you do with those fingers," he said, "just don't take them out
without permission, and don't cum."
    
    I was afraid to do anything with my fingers, for fear that I would
cum, so I tried to remain still. I had lowered my eyes, because it was
such an embarrassing thing to be doing, but Leo made me look up at him
while he ate. After a minute of silence, he said, "Tell me about last
night."
    
    What did he want me to say? I didn't know how to answer. Finally I
said, "Just like you said, Leo, it was a lot of pain and discomfort.
But I got through it."
    
    "Yes, you did get through it," Leo said. "You might not think so,
but you got through it very well. You used your head and you didn't
panic. You figured out that I wasn't harming you, even though your body
was telling you otherwise. I'm very pleased with your performance. But
I want to know how you feel about it."
    
    "Ok, Leo, I hated it," I blurted out. "I hated the mask and the
earplugs and the pain." I stopped, afraid that I had said too much. Leo
just looked at me, waiting for me to go on. "Why do I have to go
through that, Leo?" I asked. "I want to learn to serve you, but why do
I have to endure so much pain to do it?"
    
    "Because I want you to, and because you have no choice but to do
what I want. That's all you ever need to know about why you're doing
anything, Becky. You'll always do what I want you to do, no matter how
painful, or humiliating, or difficult, or boring it may be. What you
want no longer matters to either of us. All that matters is your
submission to my will."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said.
    
    "You look tired, Becky," Leo said. "Did you get any sleep?"
    
    "I slept some, Leo, but not much," I said. "I'm very tired."
    
    "That's too bad," Leo said, "because you're going to have a long
day, and you might not get much sleep tonight." He looked at me in
silence for a few seconds, then he said, "I'm thinking about letting
you spend tonight in the box, Becky. Do you know why?"
    
    I felt sick at my stomach. "Yes, Leo, it's because I was slow to
obey when you first told me to pee in my litter box."
    
    "Do you think you deserve the box for that?" he asked.
    
    "I don't know, Leo," I said. "I wanted to obey you, but it was a
hard thing for me to do. I guess it was the same as when I didn't want
to meet Anne while I was naked, so I guess I do deserve the box for my
disobedience."
    
    "I think you deserve it, too, Becky," he said. "I'm inclined to let
you off with a warning one last time, but I'm afraid that a warning
will just encourage you to disobey again. What do you think about that,
would a warning encourage further disobedience?"
    
    "Would you believe me if I said it wouldn't, Leo?" I asked.
    
    "Why shouldn't I believe you, Becky?" Leo countered. "Would you lie
to me about something so serious?"
    
    "I hope I wouldn't, Leo," I said.
    
    "I hope that, too, Becky. If I ever found out you had lied to me,
our relationship would be forever changed, and you wouldn't like the
change." He looked at me silently while he took a sip of coffee. "I'll
let you know my decision this evening," he said. "Now let's talk about
all of the rules you've broken since yesterday afternoon. Tell me what
they are."
    
    I told him that I had been late to our meeting and that I had been
out of uniform when I met him. I also said that I had spoken without
permission while he was whipping me in the basement. That was all I
could think of, but then Leo listed half a dozen more rules I had
violated, things so minor I wasn't even aware they had happened until
he pointed them out. But he wasn't cheating, I recalled doing each
thing he mentioned, I just hadn't realized how meticulous he was going
to be in enforcing his rules. When I tried to excuse my minor lapses,
Leo said, "I told you, Becky, you're going to be trained to your full
potential, no matter how painful it is for you. You will receive your
punishment this afternoon."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said. I was concerned about the punishment, because I
had already been well whipped, and I was hoping Leo would find another
method of punishing me. But I was afraid to ask, so I kept silent.
    
    Leo was finished with his breakfast. He told me to take my fingers
out of my pussy and my ass and get off of the table. When I was off of
the table, he inspected the area where I had been kneeling, and then he
made me climb onto the table again and lick up a few drops of fluid
that had dripped from my pussy. Then we went back to the kitchen, and
after I washed my hands Leo gave me instructions on how to microwave
the oatmeal I would have for breakfast.
    
    When my oatmeal was out of the microwave, I asked if I could mix
some sugar and milk or cream with it, but Leo said No. I put the
oatmeal into a dog dish, placed it on the floor, and then got down on
my hands and knees and ate my breakfast. When I was nearly finished
with my oatmeal, Leo put a bowl of water on the floor next to the
oatmeal bowl. After licking the oatmeal bowl clean, I drank all of the
water in the second bowl.

    After I had loaded the dishwasher and started it, Leo led me into
his office by my left nipple. He moved his computer so that it was on
the right half of the desk, then cleared everything else off of the
desk, then he gave me a kiss on my lips. I pressed my lips to his and
put my arms around his neck, but he pulled away. "On the desk, on your
knees," he told me. I climbed onto the desk beside the computer and got
onto my knees, then opened my legs wide without having to be told. Leo
left the room, then returned in a few moments with a dildo vibrator and
a tube of lubricant. He switched the dildo on to its lowest setting and
handed it to me. "I have to do some work on the computer for an hour or
so, and I don't want you to get bored," he said. "Grease it up, and
then fuck yourself in the ass until I say you can stop."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said. As I was applying the lubricant to the dildo,
Leo sat down and began doing something at the computer. When I had an
even coating of lubricant on the dildo, I put the cap back on the tube
and laid it on the desk. Reaching behind me with the dildo, I
positioned it on my anus, slowly pushed it into my ass, and began
fucking myself. I glanced down at Leo, and he was watching me with a
smile on his face. I felt myself blush. "Feel good?" Leo asked. I
nodded, too embarrassed to speak. "I want you to say, 'Yes Leo, I'm
fucking myself in the ass because you told me to do it, and it feels
good,'" he said.
    
    I took a deep breath. "Yes, Leo," I said. "I'm fucking myself in
the ass because you told me to do it, and it really does feel good."
    
    "Use your free hand on your breasts, play with your nipples," he
said. "I want you to feel good, Becky, but I don't want you to cum,
understood?"
    
    I took my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Rolling and
squeezing it, I said, "Yes, Leo, I'm masturbating because you want me
to feel good. But I won't cum, because you don't want me to."
    
    Leo smiled at me, said, "Very good, Becky," and then went back to
his computer work. He ignored me completely for a long time after that.
I know he was ignoring me, because I was stealing glances at him almost
continuously. It made me feel... I don't know, maybe insignificant is
the right word, or maybe unattractive is better. I always thought I was
an attractive woman, but to be kneeling on a guy's desk, naked and
masturbating, and be totally ignored, made me wonder.
    
    Even though I was less than 2 feet from Leo's hands on the
keyboard, it was like I didn't exist, he had tuned me out completely. I
was in a rhythm with my masturbating. I knew I couldn't stop, but I was
slowing down and speeding up in order to maintain a level of
stimulation that I knew was well below my threshold for an orgasm. I
had no idea how much time had passed, then I felt something brush my
pussy. I looked down to see Leo's hand. Glancing over at him, I saw him
watching my face and smiling.
    
    Leo ran his fingers along my slit, then held them up, glistening
with my secretions. "You're a regular little faucet," he said, "you're
going to have another maintenance job to perform in a few minutes."
With a grin, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean of
my juices. "Yum," he said when he took his fingers out of his mouth.
    
    Seeing he was in a good mood made me bold enough to say, "Maybe
you'd like to do that maintenance job instead of me, Leo." He just
smiled and went back to his computer.
    
    About 10 minutes later, Leo announced that he was finished with his
work. He leaned back in his chair and watched me for a few moments then
he said, "What was last night's lesson, Becky? What were you supposed
to learn?"
    
    "I was supposed to learn to deal with pain and discomfort, Leo," I
said.
    
    "Very good, and what is today's lesson?"
    
    "Today's lesson is learning to obey, Leo," I answered.
    
    "Right again, and you're doing a fine job," Leo said. "In fact, if
it weren't for the punishment you're due, you would have earned a good
fucking by now, with as many orgasms as you could stand. But I've
decided what your punishment is going to be. Your punishment is that
you will not cum until tomorrow morning, and that is assuming your
behavior is perfect between now and then. Otherwise, you will not cum
at all this weekend, is that clear?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, it's clear," I said. Then I asked, "Leo, would it be
possible to trade a few stripes from my whip for one small orgasm?"
    
    Leo smiled at me, then said, "No, that won't be possible, Becky.
But I will allow you to stop masturbating now, and give you some time
to calm down a little."
    
    "Thank you, Leo, I really appreciate that," I said, letting go of
my nipple and removing the dildo from my ass. Leo had me get off of the
desk, then take the dildo to the bathroom and wash it thoroughly. Then
he led me back to the office and pointed at the small pool of my pussy
juices on the desk. I bent over the table and began licking it up, and
a moment later Leo said, "You leak so much that I'm thinking of having
you carry a saucer everywhere you go. I'm not sure my furniture and
carpets can survive any other way." I thought it was humiliating to
have to lick up my juices from the furniture, but to have to carry a
saucer around with me to put under my pussy was about as degrading as I
could imagine, I hoped it was only an idle threat.
    
    When I had cleaned the desk to Leo's satisfaction, he said, "Let's
go upstairs." My heart leapt. I knew what was upstairs, a big,
beautiful bed. I followed Leo out of the office, and then moved beside
him when we got into the hall. "Becky, follow," Leo said. Then he
looked at me. "That means I want you to walk 2 paces behind me," he
said.
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said, and dropped back 2 steps behind him.
    
    At the top of the stairs, Leo stopped and opened the first door on
the left side of the hall. "This is your room," he said. That surprised
me, I didn't know I would have a room of my own. I was more surprised
when I entered the room. It was very small. The only light in the room
was from single, bare lightbulb in the ceiling, there were no windows.
There was a bare wooden table against the wall opposite the door. To my
left, there was a small, empty and doorless closet built into the wall.
Against the right wall was an air mattress on the floor, with a single
pillow at one end and no sheets or blankets. On the wall next to the
mattress were a whip and a flogger, each hanging from its own hook.
Then I noticed that there were attachment rings everywhere, on every
wall and at various places on the floor. That's all there was in the
room, but then there wouldn't have been space for anything more. "Try
out the mattress," Leo said. I walked 3 steps to the mattress and knelt
on it, then lay down on my back with my head on the pillow. It was
really very comfortable, and I told Leo that. "When I want you to
sleep, I want you to sleep well," Leo said.
    
    As I lay on the mattress looking up at Leo, he showed me the door
lock. It only locked from the hall side, there was no way to lock it or
unlock it from inside the room. "There's an intercom system, controlled
from the Master's bedroom," he said. "I can hear every sound you make,
and we can speak to one another when I enable it. There's also a
wake-up alarm I can activate when I want to call you. Stay here and
I'll show you what it sounds like." He walked out of the room and
closed the door, leaving me on the mattress. A few moments later a very
loud bell-like sound came through the speakers in the ceiling. It
scared the crap out of me.
    
    I was still trying to calm myself from the shock of the loud alarm
when Leo opened the door again. "Did you hear it?" he asked me with a
grin.
    
    "It's too loud, Leo, that would give me a heart attack if it went
off while I was asleep," I said.
    
    "Nonsense, but I guarantee it'll wake you up. Whenever you hear it,
you'll get up immediately and come to the Master's bedroom." That was
the second time he had said "Master's bedroom" instead of "master
bedroom." I guessed that my room was therefore the "slave's bedroom."
    
    "Come here," Leo said. I got off of the mattress and walked up to
him. He carressed my breasts with his fingertips, and it felt
wonderful. After he had extracted a moan from me, Leo said, "You're
very tired, Becky, so I'm going to let you rest or sleep here in your
room for a few hours. Can I trust you not to masturbate, if I leave you
alone with your hands free?"
    
    I turned around and put my hands behind my back. "I need to cum so
badly, Leo, I don't think either of us can trust that."
    
    "Very good, Becky," Leo said as he fastened my wrists together, "I
always want you to tell me the truth. The truth will always serve you
better than a lie." He turned me around again and gave me a tender kiss
on my lips. "Try to sleep," he said. "When you hear the alarm, come to
the Master's bedroom as fast as you can." He kissed me again, and then
closed the door and left me alone in my new room. I walked back to the
mattress and lay down on my side. I think I was asleep before my head
hit the pillow.
    
    When I awoke I was sitting up and screaming, and there was a
horrible noise. My heart was pounding. At the same time I realized what
the noise was, it stopped. It was replaced with Leo's voice, at a more
normal volume level. "Are you all right, Becky?" the voice asked.
    
    "Yes, Leo, the alarm scared me," I said.
    
    "Get your ass in here right now, Becky," Leo's voice said. Still
groggy, and with my wrists bound behind my back, I struggled to get up
from the mattress. After running to the door, I had to turn around and
grasp the handle with my hand to get it open. Then I ran down the
hallway and into Leo's bedroom. He was lying on his bed, naked. "It
took you too long, you'll have to do better than that," he said.
    
    "Yes, Leo, I'll do better," I said. I felt like shit. Being jarred
awake like that was very annoying, and having to be submissive to Leo
prevented me from dealing with the annoyance in my own way, which would
have been to sulk and go somewhere to be by myself.
    
    "When answering my summons, you'll kneel beside the bed and await
my instructions," Leo said. Then, as soon as I was on my knees beside
the bed, he said, "Go and lean over your table, Becky, and prepare to
be fucked in your ass."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said as I struggled to my feet and walked over to my
table. After leaning over the table, I tried to remember how Leo had
repositioned me so that my ass was at the right height for his cock. I
must have got it right, because a moment later he walked up behind me
and shoved his cock straight into my ass.
    
    Before he started thrusting inside me, Leo asked, "Can you keep
from coming while I'm fucking your ass, Becky?"
    
    I was still disoriented and upset from being forced to wake up to
the alarm. "I don't know, Leo," I said. "I promise I'll do my best not
to cum."
    
    Leo started fucking my ass slowly. "Did you show your whip marks to
any of your girlfriends at school, Becky?" he asked. I told him I had
stripped in front of Karen and Allie. "How did they react?" he asked. I
said they wanted me to go to the hospital and call the police. He
laughed.
    
    "Did you have sex with anyone at school during the week?" he asked.
I told him that I hadn't. "Did you masturbate at any time during the
week?" he asked. Again I said that I hadn't. "Did you want to fuck
anyone at school or to masturbate, Becky?" he asked.
    
    "No, Leo, the only sex I want is with you," I said.
    
    Leo took my hands in his and squeezed them. "Flattery will get you
nowhere, Becky, but don't stop trying," he said. I smiled. A moment
later he stopped moving inside me, and then he pulled me upright by my
hands. Reaching his arms around me, he cupped my breasts with his hands
and then kissed the back of my neck. I almost came then, it made me
weak in the knees. "Let's finish on the bed," he said, then pulled his
cock out of me and unclasped my wrists.
    
    His arm around my waist, Leo led me to the bed. He let go of me and
then sprawled on the bed on his back. After looking up at me for a
moment, he asked me if I was hungry. I was, so I told him Yes. Looking
down at his rigid cock, he said, "Here's your first course, you've got
5 minutes."

    I quickly climbed onto the bed between Leo's legs. Ignoring my
filth on his cock, I engulfed it with my mouth and began giving him the
best blow-job I could. He must have been very close to coming in my
ass, because it only took a few minutes before he exploded in my mouth.
I still hadn't gotten used to the taste of Leo's cum, but I liked it
better than my own shit. I eagerly took everything he pumped into my
mouth, using it as a mouthwash.
    
    After I thoroughly cleaned Leo's cock, he took my hands in his and
pulled me up to lay beside him. He kissed me tenderly on my lips, which
surprised me considering where my lips had been, and then said he was
very pleased with my performance. He put his arm around me and held me
close to him for several minutes, then he said it was time for me to
prepare his lunch.
    
    "I'm beginning to think you only want me for my cooking skills,
Leo," I said jokingly. He smiled, then dragged me out of bed.
    
    At the door of the bedroom, Leo stopped me with his hand on my
upper arm. "I want to take your mind off of your pussy for awhile," he
said. He went to his equipment drawer and returned with 2 Clover Clamps
and a small chain. After threading the chain through the ring at the
front of my collar, he attached a clamp to each end of the chain, then
put one of the clamps on each of my nipples. After examining his work,
he reattached the chain at one of the clamps, shortening the length of
the chain. The clamps were squeezing my nipples painfully and pulling
them upward about half an inch. Leo smiled at me and asked, "How's
that?"
    
    "It hurts already, Leo," I said. "It's going to hurt a lot when I
walk and my breasts jiggle."
    
    "Like I said, it'll take your mind off of your pussy," he said.
Then he added, "I'm going to leave your hands free, Becky. I'm sure you
remember that your body is mine, you're not to touch any part of it
without my permission."
    
    "Yes, Leo, my body belongs to you," I affirmed.
    
    "Becky, follow," he said, then turned and walked out the door. As
soon as I started walking, I felt the clamps tugging painfully at my
nipples. Usually, when the clamps were hanging down from my nipples, it
took about 15 minutes for the real pain to kick in. This time I was
already in pain after only a few seconds, and I knew I would soon be
begging to have the clamps removed, even though things usually just got
worse when I begged for relief.
    
    In the kitchen, Leo asked me if I needed to use the litter box. I
said I could pee if he wanted me to, but I could also wait awhile, so
he said he'd take me downstairs after lunch. He had me wash my hands,
then once again gave me step-by-step instruction for preparing his
lunch. Like breakfast, the lunch I prepared was only for Leo. After I
had set the dining room table, including a single glass of wine for
Leo, and had pulled out the chair for him, Leo pointed to the center of
the table. I climbed up onto the table and knelt facing his plate, my
knees spread wide. "You know where to put your middle fingers," he
said. I put my right hand over my pussy, inserting my middle finger
inside me. Reaching back with my other hand, I did the same for my
anus. Leo smiled at me. "You make a lovely centerpiece," he said. I was
too embarrassed to say anything.
    
    Leo took a sip of wine, his eyes locked on mine. He was about to
start eating, but then he got up from the table and left the room. He
was back a few moments later, carrying my purse. He sat down, then
opened the purse and emptied it onto the table. He took a bite of food,
then began examining the contents of my purse while he chewed. As he
swallowed, he held up my sport bra and unfolded it. "You'll use this
after lunch," he said.
    
    "Yes, Leo, I really enjoy exercising on the elliptical trainer,
thank you for suggesting it," I said.
    
    "I didn't suggest it, Becky, I require it," he said. "In a few
weeks, we'll add some strength training exercises to your routine."
    
    "Yes, Leo, I apologize for using the wrong word. I understand that
I'm required to do anything you want." He smiled at me, then picked up
my grade trasncript. His smile widened as he examined it, I could tell
he was pleased.
    
    "You weren't kidding about your GPA, that's pretty terrific," he
said. I thanked him. He asked me about the one course I was pulling a B
in, a literature course. I told him the tests were all essays, that I
didn't particularly enjoy the course, and that I was satisfied with the
B. "Are you sure?" he said. "If you want to try to pull it up to an A,
I'll pay for a tutor. Or you can bring your study materials with you on
weekends, and I'll give you time to hit the books."
    
    I was really surprised. "Thank you, Leo," I said. "If you want me
to get an A, I'll try my best to make it happen. But I don't have any
spare time as it is, I don't know when I would have time for a tutor.
And I really want my weekends to be for my training, not for books.
Besides that, the term ends soon, I don't think there's enough time to
pull the grade up."
    
    "I was just offering," Leo said. "I'm very pleased with your
grades, if you're Ok with the B, then so am I." After a pause, he
added, "Sometimes, instructors like to hand out work on Friday that's
due on Monday. If that ever happens to you, bring the study materials
with you, and I'll give you time to do it here. You can use my
computer, too, if you need to. It's important to me that you do well in
school, and that our weekends here don't interfere with your school
work."
    
    I was kneeling, naked, in the middle of an expensive dining table,
fingers stuck in my pussy and my ass, and with painful clamps on my
nipples, listening to Leo tell me that it was important to him that I
do well in school. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, instead I
thanked him for his concern.
    
    "How much time off do you have between terms?" Leo asked. I told
him two weeks. "You'll spend it here," he said. "Two weeks should be
enough time to complete your training, if you maintain the attitude
you've shown so far." I felt a combination of thrill and terror in the
pit of my stomach. Leo had done so much to me and with me in less than
24 hours, I couldn't imagine being under his continuous control for two
weeks. No returning to school Sunday night, no time to myself, no
privacy, just Leo and his demands, non-stop. For the first time since
he had put the Clover Clamps on my nipples, I was conscious of how much
I wanted Leo to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me over and over, without
stopping, for 2 weeks. And after that, I wanted to be his slave
forever.
    
    Leo looked down at my pussy and grinned, and I became conscious
that I was dripping onto the table. "I thought the clamps would turn
off your faucet, but I guess the thought of 2 weeks of continuous
submission is pretty ... stimulating."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said. "Stimulating, erotic, terrifying, and so much
more."
    
    "I promise, you won't be disappointed," Leo said. He looked into my
eyes for a long moment, then said, "I also promise that you will spend
24 hours of that 2 weeks in the box, whether or not you've earned it,
because I know you need that experience. You do need to know what the
box is like, don't you, Becky?" I couldn't speak, I nodded my head.
    
    "But I've decided not to put you in the box tonight, for a very
selfish reason," he said. "I don't want you to be that far away from
me." A part of me knew that he didn't mean it the way I wanted him to,
but nevertheless it made my emotions overflow. Tears welled up in my
eyes and rolled down my cheeks, and I wanted very badly to tell Leo
that I loved him, but I managed to keep silent.
    
    Leo was finished with lunch. He let me pull my fingers out of my
pussy and ass and climb down from the table, then he made me kneel in a
chair and lick up my pussy juices from the table. After cleaning the
dining room table and the kitchen, I was going to start the dishwasher,
but Leo stopped me. "Wait until you've eaten, then put your food and
water bowls in the dish washer," he said. He opened one of the kitchen
cabinets and took out a can of diet milkshake. After shaking the can,
he popped open the top and poured it into my food bowl. "Lunch is
served," he said. I got to my knees and bent over my bowl, causing the
pain in my nipples to increase sharply. I stayed still, trying to adapt
to the pain, until Leo said "Start eating, or fetch your whip." I bent
down to the bowl and began sucking up my lunch. It was banana flavored.
It would have been better refrigerated, but it was Ok.
    
    I finished the milkshake and drank a bowl of water, then put my
bowls in the dishwasher and started it up. "Let's go downstairs," Leo
said. "Go get your bra and meet me at the elevator." I liked the idea
of putting on the bra, because I was sure the clamps would have to come
off then. I met Leo a few seconds later in the hallway. As the elevator
descended, he reminded me that I was no longer free to speak unless
specifically told to or unless I was asked a question. I nodded that I
understood.
    
    When we exited the elevator in the dungeon, Leo led me out of the
dungeon door by the chain attached to the clamps on my nipples. "Give
yourself two enemas, you know the procedure," he said. As I began
preparing the first enema, Leo went to the lounge area on the other
side of the room. Opening the small refrigerator with a key, he took
out a beer and a chilled glass and then closed and locked the
refrigerator door. Sitting on the couch, he poured the beer while
watching me.
    
    I couldn't help groaning from the increased pain in my nipples as I
bent to touch my head to the floor. "Are you in a lot of pain, Becky?"
Leo asked me.
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said.
    
    "Just a little longer, then I'll take the clamps off," he said.
    
    I waited on my knees until I had suffered a few severe cramps, then
struggled to my feet. As I waddled toward the toilet, I realized that I
was forbidden to use it, so I headed for my litter box. I heard Leo
laugh behind me. "Sorry," he said, "that's an oversight on my part.
Always use the toilet for your enemas, not the litter box. But you're
not allowed to pee while you're on the toilet, save that for the litter
box." I headed back toward the toilet, then sat down and removed the
enema tube from my anus. I looked at Leo and smiled as I began shitting
out the enema solution. He raised his beer glass to me in toast, then
took a big sip.
    
    As soon as I started expelling the enema, I relized that I needed
to pee. It was difficult to keep shitting while holding back my pee,
but I managed. As soon as I was finished, I flushed the toilet and put
the enema gear in the wash basin, then headed directly for my litter
box. After straddling the box and locking my eyes on Leo, I slowly
knelt and began peeing. Leo got up from the couch and walked toward me,
making me wonder if I had done something wrong and was about to be
punished. But when Leo reached me, he leaned down and kissed me
tenderly on my lips. "I'm very pleased and proud of you, Becky," he
said. I smiled up at him when he pulled his lips away from mine. When I
finished peeing, I cleaned and raked my litter box, this time leaving a
set of concentric circles in the sand, then went to the basin to
prepare my second enema.
    
    As I was drying the enema gear, Leo kissed me on the back of my
neck. After I replaced the enema bag on its hook beside the basin, I
turned to look at him. He offered me a sip of beer, which I eagerly
accepted. "If I fucked your pussy slowly, do you think you could keep
from coming?" he asked.
    
    "No, Leo, I'm sure I couldn't." I said.
    
    He put the palm of his hand beside my face. "Ok, we won't try then.
I wanted to give you the pleasure of a fuck, because you've earned it.
But I'm not going to cancel your punishment, you still can't cum until
tomorrow morning, so we won't take a chance." He kissed me again on my
lips, then began removing the clamps from my nipples. "At least I can
give you this reward," he said. It didn't seem like a reward, when the
pain in my nipples increased sharply a few seconds after the clamps
were removed, but I knew it would soon begin fading. With tears in my
eyes from the pain, I smiled at Leo and silently mouthed the words,
"Thank you," and that got me another kiss.
    
    Leo wrapped me in his arms and held me close for a minute, then he
released me and kissed each of my nipples. "Go and do your exercise,"
he said, "I want to make sure you're doing everything properly." I
fetched my sport bra from the shelf where I had left it, put it on and
adjusted my boobs, then walked to the elliptical trainer. Behind me, I
heard Leo open the refrigerator again.  
    
    I did my exercise exactly the way Leo had told me. After a 5 minute
warmup and stretching, I did a hard 45 minutes of exercise. After
another set of stretches, I walked down the central aisle of the room
until I came even with Leo. Being forbidden to set foot on the carpeted
area, I stood and waited for him to tell me what to do next. Looking
down, I saw a film of sweat on my breasts above the bra. I was still
breathing fast, and I felt really good. Best of all, I had temproarily
forgotten how badly I needed to be fucked.
    
    "You did everything perfectly, I have nothing to say except, 'Good
job,'" Leo said. I smiled at him. "Take off your bra and walk around
the room for a few minutes to cool down. I like looking at your body
when you're moving." If I could have spoken, I would have answered that
I liked having him look at my body.
    
    As I walked, I looked at Leo whenever he was in my field of view.
He sat watching me and sipping his beer. After a few minutes he said,
"Remind me never to punish you like this again. I want very badly to
put my cock into your pussy." I put my hands together, like I was
praying for him to fuck me. He laughed. "I want it as badly as you do,
Becky, but your punishment stands." Then, with an evil gleam in his
eye, he said, "Lucky for me, I can use your freshly-cleaned ass instead
of your off-limits pussy." Getting off the couch, he headed back into
the dungeon. "Becky, follow," he said. I fell into step two paces
behind him.
    
    I followed Leo to a location in the dungeon where there was a large
wooden pole that ran from floor to ceiling. It was about 6 inches in
diameter, and was covered with rings and attachments that I knew could
be used to restrain me in a variety of ways.
    
    As soon as we stopped, Leo pulled my arms behind my back and
clipped my wrists together. Then he fetched a pair of cuffs and
attached them to my arms at the elbows. Each cuff had a strap above the
elbow and one below it. After that, Leo attached a strap to the elbow
cuffs and pulled my elbows together tightly. My shoulders were pulled
back and my breasts thrust out, and it was interesting to see myself
bound like that in the mirrored wall across from me.
    
    Leaving me standing with my arms tightly bound, Leo fetched some
sort of rail device and pushed it into some holes in the floor in front
of the post. He had me walk up to the rail until it pressed into my
belly just above my pussy. He then had me spread my legs until he could
attach my ankles to the vertical posts that supported the rail. As soon
as my ankles and feet were secured, Leo pulled a rope down, from a
pulley located high on the post, and attached it to my wrists. Then he
quickly pulled the other end of the rope, forcing my wrist and my bound
arms upward. I had no choice but to bend over the rail, and soon my
head contacted the post. Leo gave a little slack in the rope, then
pushed my head down until my chin was on my chest. Pulling me forward,
he somehow attached the back of my collar to the post, so that I
couldn't raise my head or pull back from the post. At that point I was
very uncomfortable. I could feel the metal rail pressing into my belly,
my ankles were tugging against the bonds holding them to the vertical
posts, and the back of my head was pressed painfully against the wooden
post. I was feeling a lot of stress in my kneck muscles because my head
was being pressed downward onto my chest. Then Leo began pulling on the
rope again, raising my wrists upward in an arc toward the post. He
didn't stop until my hands and forearms were in contact with the post.
The pain in my shoulders had become excruciating, it swamped out all of
the other discomfort I was feeling.
    
    My shoulders hurt so badly that I couldn't help crying out. Leo
quickly said, "Make all the noise you want, Becky, but please don't
speak. I would hate to have to add to your misery by gagging you." A
moment later, he said, "I'm going to leave you to get used to this for
a few minutes, Becky. When I come back, I'm going to flog your back,
your ass, and the backs of your thighs, then I'm going to fuck your
ass." When I moaned, he said, "Becky, I know you're in pain. I want you
to tell me now, if this is more than you can deal with." I did my best
not to make any sound at all. "That's my good girl," Leo said, patting
me on my ass. A moment later I heard the elevator open and then close,
and a moment after that I had to scream from the pain.
    
    The muscles all along the back of my legs were burning, my neck
muscles were aching, and my shoulders were in agony. I was breathing in
short, shallow breaths, while at the same time trying to find a way to
relieve the pain in my shoulders. I soon learned that there was little
I could do, because I had almost no freedom of motion. The only motion
I was capable of was to arch my back upwards a tiny bit. I knew that
had to relieve the stress in my arms and shoulders some small amount,
but it made no noticeable change in the level of pain.
    
    It seemed like an eternity before Leo returned. "Are you Ok,
Becky?" he asked.
    
    I was having trouble breathing except in shallow pants. "It hurts
so bad, Leo," I gasped.
    
    "I know it hurts, Becky," he said. "Is it more than you can stand?"
    
    I wondered what he would do if I said Yes. "No, Leo," I said.
    
    A few seconds later there was a bright flash. Leo was taking
pictures. "This is so you can see how it looked, Becky. It looks very
uncomfortable." After taking a few more pictures from different angles,
Leo asked, "Are you ready to be flogged, Becky?"
    
    It didn't seem like a flogging would make things much worse. "Yes,
Leo, I'm ready," I whispered.
    
    The first few strikes of the flogger on my back told me I was
wrong, the flogging made things worse. The flogger merely stung my
skin, which was a mild annoyance compared to everything else. The
problem was that I couldn't hold still. Each time Leo hit me with the
flogger I jumped, or jerked, or flinched. Every small move I made
caused more pain in my shoulders and my neck, and the more I hurt the
less able I was to control the movement of my body. It was horrible.
    
    Leo had already asked me several time if the pain was more than I
could stand, something he had never done before, so I assumed that he
would stop and free me if I begged him to. I wanted so very badly to do
that, but I was determined not to break any more of Leo's rules; and in
my current position, speaking without permission was about the only
rule I was capable of breaking. I sobbed, I screamed, I moaned, and I
made sounds I had never made before, but I didn't speak.
    
    By the time Leo had turned the corner of my ass with the flogger, I
was too exhausted and out of breath to make very much noise, I just
cried and tried to keep breathing. With the little bit of higher brain
function I could still muster, I was trying to estimate distances, the
distance from my shoulders down my backside to my knees, what
percentage of that distance had already been flogged, and what
percentage had yet to be flogged. Somewhere in my brain was the fact
that Leo was actually giving me a relatively light, relatively fast
flogging, but that knowledge did nothing to ease my extreme pain.
    
    Then it ended. I didn't think the flogger had made it all the way
to my knees, but I didn't care. Leo quickly released my collar from the
post, and it was only then I realized that the collar had been choking
me. I had grown too tired to hold my torso up, and part of my weight
was being supported by my collar. I started taking deep breaths,
grateful that my air supply had been restored. I was praying that Leo
would release my hands next, and relieve the terrible pain in my
shoulders, but he didn't. Instead, he stooped or knelt beside my head,
still forced down onto my chest because I was pushed up against the
post, and kissed my temple. "Can you stand it long enough for me to
fuck your ass, Becky?" he whispered. I could tell he was worried, and I
knew he would release me, all I had to do was say No.
    
    "Yes, Leo, please fuck my ass," I whispered.
    
    Leo kissed my temple again. "That's my Becky," he said. A few
moments later I felt him slip into my ass. He gripped my hips very
tightly, then began sliding his cock in and out of me. I could tell he
was well-lubed, and it was the gentlest ass fucking Leo had ever given
me. I supposed he was trying to keep from jostling me and putting more
stress on my neck and shoulders, and I was grateful. I think it was
also the shortest fuck Leo had ever given me, he came in only a few
minutes.
    
    As soon as Leo stopped and pulled out of my ass, he began lowering
my wrists. When my shoulders started moving, I screamed from the new
pain. "Sorry, Becky," Leo said, "it'll be over in a few seconds." True
to his word, Leo extracted me from the bondage quickly. Then he scooped
me up in his arms and carried me to the padded table where I had slept
the previous evening. After gently laying me down on the table, Leo
began massaging my arms and shoulders. "You're free to speak, Becky,
tell me how you feel."
    
    "I'm fine now, Leo, but my shoulders hurt pretty badly," I said.
"I'm beginning to understand why my yoga training is important."
    
    Leo stopped massaging my shoulders long enough to kiss me. "You're
amazing," he said. "I gave you several chances to stop, why didn't you
take one of them?"
    
    "I didn't want to let you down, Leo, I want to pass every test you
give me," I said. He kissed me again.
    
    After a little while, Leo said, "It was a mistake to attach your
collar to the post, Becky, I apologize. I'll bind you like that again
next weekend, except I'll support your upper torso better, there won't
be any danger of you choking."
    
    "Yes, Leo, I look forward to it," I said. He knew I was joking, he
laughed. May I ask a question, Leo?" I asked. He nodded. "Leo, is
Marisa your slave?"
    
    "You mean Marisa the yoga instructor?" he asked. It was my turn to
nod. "She's not my slave, but I trained her for her current owner. Why
do you ask?"
    
    "Because she knew what you would do to me this weekend, Leo. She
exhausted me with shoulder exercises and stretching every night. I
think my shoulders would have dislocated just now, if she hadn't taught
me what I needed to know to survive it, Leo."
    
    "I wouldn't have dislocated your shoulders, Becky," Leo said. After
a pause, he asked, "Did Marisa hit on you?"
    
    I knew what "hit on" usually meant, but I couldn't relate it to
anything that happened between Marisa and I, so I asked, "What do you
mean, Leo?"
    
    "Marisa is bisexual, too," he said. I didn't like the "too" part. I
wasn't ready to admit that I was a bisexual, in spite of my strong
attraction to Anne. "She tops bottoms and bottoms tops," Leo said. "Do
you have any idea what that means?"
    
    "It's a funny way to say it, but I know what you mean, Leo. She
would want to dominate someone like me, even though she's a submissive
with her master." I remembered that Leo had said "owner," not "master,"
and I made a mental note to ask him about that later. "No, Leo, she
didn't give me any indications that she wanted me, or that she wanted
to dominate me. Other than acting as my yoga teacher, of course."
    
    "Of course," Leo said, then a moment later he asked, "Do you like
Marisa?"
    
    "Sure, she seems nice, Leo," I said, then I figured out where he
was going. "I don't feel any attraction for her, Leo," I said, "she
just seems nice." He smiled.
    
    After massaging my shoulders for a few minutes more, Leo asked me
if I was ready to go back upstairs, and I said I was fine, I'd go
anywhere he wanted me to go. He slowly moved his hands from my
shoulders to my breasts, caressing them with his fingers until I
moaned. "Becky," he said, "I'm going to ask you to do something, and
just this one time, you don't have to do it if you don't want to, or if
you feel that you can't do it. Do you understand?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, I understand, but I'll do anything you want," I said.
    
    "I appreciate you saying that, but if the situation ever comes up,
you will remember that you have a choice, OK?"
    
    "Yes, Leo."
    
    "If Marisa ever suggests that you undress for a yoga lesson, I want
you to immediately strip, kneel in front of her, and ask her to show
you how to fuck a woman. Is that clear?"
    
    I swallowed hard. "Yes, Leo, it's clear," I said. "If that ever
happens, Leo, I'll try my best to do what you want." He smiled. I
asked, "Leo, after I tell her that, you want me to actually do it,
right?"
    
    Leo laughed and kissed me. "Yes, my literal-minded Becky, I want
you to do whatever she tells you to do. I want Marisa to help you find
out if you're bisexual or not. If you want to know that, you'll do what
I ask. If you don't want to know that, simply tell Marisa you'd rather
keep your clothes on. But remember one thing: You'll have to face your
sexual preferences sooner or later, and I think Marisa is the perfect
woman to instruct you in that area. OK?"
    
    "Ok, Leo, if it comes up, I'll do what you ask," I said. I had no
doubt it would come up, Leo would make sure it did.
    
    Leo's fingers were making slow, gentle circles around my breasts.
"How does that feel?" he asked.
    
    "It feels wonderful, Leo," I said. He continued what he was doing,
but soon I felt him pressing a little harder on my breasts. It still
felt good, but it was more like a massage than a caress. He began
moving his fingers inward in slow spirals, toward my nipples. Soon his
fingers rested on top of my nipples, and then he pressed harder,
dragging my nipples around in circles under his fingers. He slowly
increased the pressure until it was no longer pleasant, it was
beginning to hurt. After a few moments, he positioned my nipples in the
center of my breasts. Then, instead of moving them in circles, he began
pressing a finger straight down on each of my nipples, crushing the
nipple and the center of my breast against my rib cage.
    
    "How does that feel?" he asked.
    
    He could see that I was wincing from the pain, although I hadn't
made a sound. "It hurts a little, Leo," I said.
    
    He didn't stop what he was doing, in fact I felt him pressing
harder. After a little while, he asked, "Do you enjoy the pain, Becky?"
    
    "No, Leo, I don't," I said.
    
    "Do you want me to stop, Becky?" Leo asked.
    
    My eyes were squeezed shut from the pain. I said, "If what I want
matters, Leo, I want you to do whatever you choose."
    
    Leo said, "Why don't you ask me to stop, Becky? I probably would
stop if you asked me to."
    
    "Because I want to endure it for you, Leo," I said. "I don't like
the pain, but I like withstanding it." 
    
    He immediately released the pressure from my nipples. "Let's go
upstairs," he said.
    
    Leo helped me to sit up and slide off of the table, then he put the
palm of his hand on my ass and began guiding me toward the elevator.
After a few steps, his hand slid down and I felt his finger searching
for my anus. "Tilt your hips, Becky, and spread your legs apart a
little. Once you realize how I want to use you, you must do whatever
you can to make it easier."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said as I made the adjustments he wanted. Immediately
I felt a finger slide into my anus.
    
    Leo kept his finger in my ass after we got into the elevator. "May
I ask a question, Leo?" I asked.
    
    Leo began applying pressure to the upper part of my sphincter with
his finger, causing me considerable pain. "Up on your toes, Becky," he
said. As soon as I raised my heels off of the floor, he eased off on
the pressure, to the point that it was merely uncomfortable, not
painful. "Keep your heels off of the floor and you'll avoid pain," he
said.
    
    "Yes, Leo, I'll stay on my toes," I said.
    
    Leo said, "You can always ask questions, unless you're forbidden to
speak, Becky. You don't have to ask my permission each time before you
ask me a question. What is it you want to know?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, thank you," I said. It was difficult, trying to maintain
the posture Leo required while having a conversation with him. After
choosing my words, I asked, "Leo, when I finish my training and become
your slave, will you own me? Will I be your... property?"
    
    He looked over at me and smiled. "It's not a done deal, Becky, you
should say if you finish your training, not when. If that time comes,
would you want to be my property?"
    
    I didn't know how I felt about that. "I don't know, Leo, I guess I
was asking how you would think of me. Would you think I was your
property, Leo?"
    
    "First of all, Becky," he said, "I can't own you legally, a person
can't be property. But legal matters aside, your status can be anything
you and I agree that it is." He grinned at me. "Think of yourself as a
house. I could rent you, which means you're mine until the day either
of us decides to end our relationship. I could lease you, which means
you could agree to serve me for a fixed amount of time, usually one or
two years. You would agree to give up your freedom for that amount of
time, and then we would either negotiate another lease or else we would
part company. Or finally, I could own you outright, in other words you
would give up all of your rights to me for an unlimited time."
    
    While Leo was explaining all that to me, we got off the elevator
and walked toward the rec room. He walked slowly beside me, letting me
move at my own pace while I adjusted to walking on tiptoes. Having
Leo's finger in my ass was beginning to turn me on, which was a big
distraction. "So what do you think?" he asked when we stopped in front
of the couch. "Would you rather be rented, leased, or owned?"
    
    "Leased or owned, Leo, but I'm not sure which," I said. "I think I
want you to own me, but that's pretty scary. Leasing me doesn't seem so
final."
    
    "I would prefer to lease you with an option to own," he said.
"You'd agree to stay with me for two years, and if neither of us wanted
you to leave at the end of the lease, I would become your owner."
    
    I thought about it for a few seconds. "That seems like a perfect
compromise, Leo, let's do that."
    
    "I said it was a negotiation, Becky," Leo said. "If and when you
graduate, we'll begin negotiating. You should be thinking about what
terms to ask for, because the negotiation is the only time you'll be
able to set terms for your treatment. Don't give up everything to me
without getting something for yourself. For example, you might be able
to convince me to turn out the light in your room while you're
sleeping, or perhaps turn off the cameras in your room. But you'd have
to give me something in return for those privileges." I didn't know the
lights stayed on in my room while I slept, and I didn't know about the
cameras, I hadn't realized slavery would be so complicated. I told Leo
I would think carefully about what to ask for.
    
    Pulling his finger out of my ass, Leo turned to face me. He held
the finger in front of my face, and I took it into my mouth and cleaned
it thoroughly. After I released his finger, Leo smiled at me. "Would
you like a kiss, Becky?" he asked.
    
    "I'd like that a lot, Leo," I said.
    
    "I'm not going to stoop to kiss you any more, Becky," he said,
looking into my eyes to show me he was serious. "If I want to kiss you,
I'll say, 'Becky, kiss,' and you'll bring your lips to mine. Is that
clear?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, it's clear," I said, meeting his gaze.
    
    He looked at me silently for a moment, then said, "Becky, kiss." I
tiptoed a step closer, pressed my body against Leo's, stood as tall as
I could on my tiptoes, then stretched my neck to bring my lips as close
to his as I could get. Smiling, Leo said, "Close enough," then tilted
his head slightly and gave me a tender kiss on my lips. While we
kissed, our hands found one another's and joined.
    
    After extracting a moan from me, Leo pulled his lips away from
mine. Still holding my hands in his, he asked, "Would you like a glass
of wine, Becky?"
    
    "I'd love a glass of wine, Leo," I said. "But could I have another
diet shake first? I'm afraid that wine would go to my head on an empty
stomach."
    
    "No, I want you nice and relaxed," Leo said. "I promise that you
won't be punished if you get a little out of line... But only a little
out of line, understood?"
    
    Leo was putting me in a dangerous position, but that was his right.
I smiled and said, "Thank you, Leo, I'd like a glass of wine. Why do I
need to be relaxed, Leo?"
    
    "Because I'm going to put my cock down your throat," he said. "You
knew that would happen eventually, didn't you?"
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said. I knew about deep-throating, I even knew a few
girls who had claimed to do it for their boyfriends, but I always
thought it was a slutty act. Now I was Leo's slut, and I thought of it
as just another way I could learn to serve him.
    
    "You can walk normally now, Becky," Leo said. "But next Saturday,
you'll spend most of the day on tiptoes." He turned his back on me and
headed for the kitchen. "Becky, follow," he said. I hurried to catch up
and take my place, two paces behind him.
    
    While Leo was opening a bottle of wine, he said, "Becky, I'm sure
you've noticed that I haven't used any whips on you while we've been
upstairs."
    
    "Yes, Leo, I have noticed that," I said. I almost thanked him, but
then I wasn't really sure whether I wanted to thank him, or to ask him
to whip me.
    
    Leo said, "In general, and especially after you're trained, whips
will only be used in the basement and the bedroom. Of course,
punishment will be given any time it's required, but the assumption is
that you won't require punishment once you're fully trained." He
stopped tinkering with the cork puller and looked at me. "Do you
understand?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, I understand," I said. I understood what he had said,
but I didn't understand the subtext, I didn't know why he had said it.
    
    "If you feel like you've been too long without the whip, you can
always ask for it," Leo said. That cleared up my confusion. "I won't
promise to always grant your request," he continued, "but as long as it
doesn't interfere with ongoing activities, I will probably whip you any
time you ask."
    
    I looked down at the fresh whip marks on my breasts, then farther
down at the similar marks on my belly and thighs. I looked up at Leo.
It was hard to say what I needed to say, it took me a few seconds to
summon the courage. Finally, barely above a whisper, I said, "I
probably have enough stripes for awhile, Leo ... but I'd like to feel
the tassled whip again, please."
    
    He smiled at me. "I'll be happy to do that for you," he said.
"After our wine, I'll warm you with the whip while I'm teaching you to
swallow my cock." He poured two glasses of wine, then turned back to
me. "The whip you want is in the equipment drawer in the bedroom," he
said. "Be a good girl and bring it to the rec room, I'll meet you there
with the wine."
    
    "Yes, Leo. Thank you, Leo," I said. As I walked out of the kitchen,
my heart was pounding. I couldn't believe I had asked Leo to whip me, I
felt that I had crossed some dangerous threshold. I told myself that
the whip I had asked him to use on me barely stung. Unless he struck
really hard, it was more stimulating than painful. But I was concerned
that I had asked to be whipped.
    
    I thought about it as I climbed the stairs and walked to the
bedroom, and then as I stood looking down into the equipment drawer.
But when I held the tassled whip in my open palms, and bent slowly to
kiss it, the warm tingle in my pussy told me all I needed to know.
    
    "Put the whip on the coffee table, please Becky," Leo said as I
entered the rec room. He watched me as I walked up to the table, kissed
the whip, and gently laid it on the table. "Come here," he said after I
straightened up. I walked over to him, and he pushed two fingers into
my pussy. Feeling my wetness, he smiled and said one word, "Slut." I
had used that word to describe myself to Karen and Allie, but hearing
it from Leo was different. Not humiliating, that's how Leo had said it
would make me feel, but instead it was liberating. I already knew I was
his slut, but hearing him acknowledge it meant that there were no
barriers between us, and there was nothing he could ask that I wouldn't
gladly do.
    
    Leo pulled his fingers out of my pussy and held them in front of
me. Dropping to my knees, I bent far enough to reach his fingers, then
took them into my mouth and cleaned them. "Good little slut, you're
practically training yourself," Leo said. When I released his fingers,
he said, "Here's your wine." He picked up one of the two glasses of
wine on the side table and handed it to me.
    
    "Thank you, Leo," I said, "but I'm really worried this will make me
drunk, on an empty stomach."
    
    "Are you refusing to drink a glass of wine with me, Becky?" he
asked with a grin.
    
    "No, Leo," I quickly answered. "All I'm saying is that I want to
behave well and be obedient, and I'm worried what might happen. I don't
want to do anything to displease you, Leo."
    
    Leo picked up his glass. "Here's to you, Becky," he said. "You've
made a very good start, I couldn't be more pleased with your
performance so far this weekend." We both took a sip from our glasses,
then looked at one another for a moment. "I have a surprise for you,
Becky, a reward," Leo finally said. "If you continue to be obedient,
and perform as I know you can, you won't have to wait until tomorrow to
cum. I'll take you to bed with me tonight, and fuck you as much as you
want."
    
    I almost spilled my wine. "Oh, thank you, Leo," I said, bouncing up
and down on my knees.
    
    "It's not a done deal, Becky," Leo said. "It's a privilege, and
you'll have to earn it."
    
    "I will, Leo, I'll be your perfect slut," I said. He smiled.
    
    "Put your wine glass down on the floor, then show me how you like
to masturbate, please Becky," he said.
    
    While I was fucking myself with the dildo earlier, it occurred to
me that Leo would make me do this eventually, and I was ready and
willing to perform for him. I immediately put down my glass, setting it
far enough from my leg so that I couldn't accidently bump it. As I
reached down to my pussy with my right hand, I cupped my right breast
with my other hand.
    
    I locked my eyes on Leo's. Two weeks earlier it would have been
unimaginable that I would be kneeling naked in front of a man, showing
him what I did alone, in the privacy of my bed or bathroom. But now I
was happy to do it, because I wanted Leo to see it, and to know all
there was to know about me. After a few minutes, I wanted to relax more
and really get into it. "May I lie on the floor, on my back, please
Leo?" I asked.
    
    "Not this time, stay on your knees," he said. He watched me
intently, smiling at each moan I wrested from myself. Soon I felt the
early signs of a building orgasm, and I couldn't help smiling. "You do
not have permission to cum, Becky, and you're not going to get
permission," Leo said.
    
    I had stupidly assumed that he would let me finish the job. "I'm
getting close, Leo, may I stop now?" I asked.
    
    "Don't stop until I say so, and don't cum," was all he said.
    
    "I don't know how, Leo," I cried. "Please don't make me disobey
you, Leo. Tell me how to keep from coming, Leo, I'll do anything you
say, but I don't know how."
    
    "You have to find your own method," he said. "What I do is think of
other things. Sports, business, anything to take your mind off of what
your body wants you to pay attention to." He paused, then added, "Think
about this: If you cum now, it will be the last time you cum this
weekend. But if you obey me and don't cum now, you'll have as many
orgasms as you can handle, starting tonight and continuing all day
tomorrow."
    
    I tried thinking about my school work. That helped a little, but
not enough. I tried other subjects, but nothing seemed to help until I
remembered my last argument with my parents. It had been so stupid, and
it was all my fault. They were trying to help me, but all I could see
was their interference in my life. I had always wished I could go back
and undo the hurt my words had caused them. When I relived that
argument in my mind, seeing how childish and arrogant I was, it made me
profoundly sad.
    
    "You can stop now, Becky," Leo said. His words jolted me back to
the present. I had become totally immersed in my thoughts, even though
I was still going through the motions of jilling off. "Why are you
crying?" Leo asked. When I told him what I had been remembering, he
reached out and took my hands and pulled me into his lap, then held me
in his arms and kissed my tears away.
    
    "Did I do Ok, Leo?" I asked after I had calmed down.
    
    "You did much, much better than Ok, Becky," Leo said. Your
demonstration was very... stimulating." I could tell how stimulated he
was, it was poking me from below.
    
    Holding me around my waist, Leo bent over and retrieved my wine
glass from the floor. "Let's finish our wine," he said, "then I'll give
you your first cock swallowing lesson."
    
    I took a sip of wine. "I feel the litter box calling, Leo," I said.
    
    "Ok, we'll finish our wine, then it's off to the litter box," he
said. "We were going to the basement for your lesson anyway."
    
    "After the lesson, will you take me to bed, Leo?" I asked.
    
    "You have to learn patience, Becky," Leo said. "After the lesson,
after you prepare dinner, after we dance for awhile, and then after we
take a long hot bath together, I'm going to take you to bed and fuck
you until you beg me to stop. But all of that is dependent on your
perfect obedience."
    
    Leo made me crawl on all fours to the elevator, and then to my
litter box, carrying the tasseled whip in my teeth. He watched while I
swung my leg over and mounted the litter box, and only then would he
let me raise up off of my hands. After I had completed the maintenance
ritual on the litter box, I had to get on all fours again and crawl
into the dungeon, to the padded table where I had spent the previous
night. There, I presented Leo with the whip before climbing onto the
table.
    
    "This is a ring gag, Becky," Leo said, holding it up for my
inspection. It was a rubber-coated metal ring, with a strap that
buckled behind my head. As he fitted it to me, he said, "This turns
your mouth into a passive receptacle for whatever I want to put into
it, usually my cock. You can't close your mouth, you can't bite, you
have no choice but to accept whatever I want to put in there.
Understand?" I nodded.
    
    Leo laid me down on my back, with my head hanging off the end of
the table. As he attached my wrist and ankle cuffs, then my belt and
collar, to the table, he explained what we were doing. "Until you get
used to it, having my cock down your throat will be a scary experience
for you, because it interferes with your breathing. You have to learn
not to gag from having my cock down your throat, and you have to learn
not to panic when your breathing is cut off. By restraining you, I'm
maximizing your feeling of helplessness, which will make the experience
even more scary. Your fear will end when you learn that you can trust
me, that I'm not going to let you go too long without air. After that,
it's just a matter of learning breath control. You have to time your
breathing to the rhythm of my cock. Is that clear?"
    
    I tried to say, "Yes, Leo," but it didn't come out sounding like
human speech. Leo laughed. He disappeared from view, then reappeared a
moment later. Putting something into my hand, he said, "Here's another
whip for you to hold, Becky. If you panic, just let go of the whip, and
we'll stop immediately. Ok?" He was looking at my face, so I did my
best to nod.
    
    "We'll start with your gag reflex," Leo said. "I'll push the head
of my cock against the back of your throat. If you start gagging, try
to control it. You'll soon find that you have complete control over
it." When I saw Leo's cock moving toward my mouth, I closed my eyes and
took a deep breath. A moment later I felt him sliding along my tongue,
then he was pressing against the back of my throat. Immediately I began
gagging, and I thought he would pull his cock back, but he didn't. "Try
to stop the gagging," Leo said. "You can do it, you just have to
concentrate."

    Leo let me struggle for a few seconds, then he pulled his cock back
a little. I felt his fingers on my breasts, gently caressing me.
"You're doing fine," he said. "Relax for a few seconds, then we'll try
again." We did try again, and again, and again. It took me a long time,
but I finally conquered my gagging reflex, and Leo could poke his cock
against the back of my throat as long as he wanted. My stomach muscles
ached from repeated retching, but I was pleased that I had learned
another skill for Leo.
    
    Leo pulled his cock out of my mouth, bent down and kissed my
forehead, and then held up the tasseled whip so I could see it. "You've
earned a break," he said. I did my best to nod in agreement, and then
he began flicking the whip over my body, warming my skin and
reawakening my pussy.
    
    I floated while Leo whipped me. The feel of the tasseled whip on my
skin was very pleasant and mildly exciting. There was no danger of
coming, so I was able to relax totally and let the pleasure wash over
me. I was pulled back only once, when he gave me a few light hits right
on my pussy as he worked his way down my body. When he began working on
my thighs, I spread my legs as far apart as my bound ankles would
allow, and Leo obliged me by spending a long time whipping the
sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.
    
    Leo's voice pulled me back to the present, and I realized that he
had stopped the whipping. "Your erect clit is so sexy," he was saying,
"we're definitely going to collar it, I want it to be visible all the
time." I gasped when I felt his lips on me, then moaned when he sucked
my wet clit into his mouth and began lightly flicking his tongue
against it. All of a sudden I wasn't relaxed any more, I was building
toward an orgasm; but before it could get started, Leo released my clit
from his mouth and then gave it one final kiss.
    
    "Are you ready to try swallowing my cock?" Leo asked, as he
returned to where I could see him and stood with his erect cock
pointing at my face. I nodded my head. "Here's the procedure," he said.
"I'll say 'breathe,' and you'll take a deep breath. When you feel my
cock at your throat, swallow it like it was food. At the same time,
I'll gently push it into your throat. I'll count slowly to 5, while I
fuck your throat, then I'll pull out. We'll do that as many times as it
takes for you to get comfortable with it, OK?"
I nodded. "Breathe," he said, and we began.

    We practiced a long time. I had a hard time at first, mostly
because Leo's cock was too big to fit comfortably in my throat. As he
shoved it into me, it hurt quite a bit, and I had the impression it was
going to get stuck in me and not come out again, so I panicked. It took
me a lot of trials to get past that, but Leo was very patient and
gentle with me, and soon I was able to take his cock without panicking,
as far into my throat as he could push it. It still hurt a little, but
not more than I could stand. Toward the end of the session, we started
trying for longer and longer times, and finally I was able to take him
for 45 seconds before I started feeling starved for air.
    
    At the end of the session, Leo actually came in my throat. I could
feel the pulsations of his cock, as well as his cum spurting into my
throat. I don't know how to describe it, but it was interesting.
    
    Before untying me, Leo took the ring gag out of my mouth. My jaw
was stiff and sore from being forced open for so long, so Leo waited
while I exercised it for a few moments. Then, as soon as I closed my
mouth, Leo put his lips on mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. He
gave me a long, sexy kiss, leaving me almost as breathless as having my
throat fucked. After he finally pulled his mouth off of mine, he told
me how pleased and proud he was that I had performed so well.
    
    As he was untying me, Leo asked, "How did it feel, being completely
helpless, having my cock down your throat?"
    
    "It felt like you own me, Leo," I said.
    
    He smiled and kissed me again. "In a few weeks I will own you,
Becky," he said.
    
    Upstairs in the kitchen, Leo told me what to prepare for dinner.
After putting two small baking potatoes in the oven, I seasoned two
small steaks for grilling, and then began making a salad. "Are we
having a guest for dinner, Leo?" I asked. Thinking about food had made
me realize that I was starving, and I really wanted that second steak
and potato.
    
    After taking a sip of wine, Leo said, "No Becky, it's just you and
me." When he saw my grin, he couldn't hold back a laugh. "I said you'd
be rewarded if you pleased me, Becky. I think you've given 100 per cent
all weekend, I'm impressed with your attitude."
    
    The potatoes weren't ready, and it was too soon to put the steaks
on the grill, so we had some time to kill. After giving me a sip of his
wine, Leo said, "Becky, follow," and walked out of the kitchen. I
followed him upstairs and into the Master's bedroom, then waited while
he picked out some clothes. "Dress me," he said, as he handed me the
shirt, slacks, and socks. I put on his shirt and buttoned it, then he
sat in a chair while I put his slacks over his feet and legs. Before
putting on his socks, I bent and kissed each of his feet.
    
    Kissing Leo's feet on my own initiative made me feel more
submissive than anything else I had experienced. As I raised up from
the floor, I could tell from the heat on my face that I was blushing.
Leo held his hands out to me, and I put my hands in his, then he leaned
forward and kissed my forehead. He didn't say anything, but I knew I
had pleased him. A moment later, he let go of my hands, and then I put
on his socks and shoes. When Leo stood up, I also quickly got to my
feet. After I had pulled up and fastened his pants, he took me in his
arms and held me tightly for a long time, still not saying anything. I
rested my head on his chest and relished the feelings of submission and
belonging.
    
    Back in the kitchen, I heated the grill, then put on the steaks,
and then discovered that tending to a grill or frypan is a serious
matter when you're naked. After I got two minor burns on my breasts,
Leo brought me a bib apron, which I gratefully put on. When everything
was ready to serve, Leo had me prepare two plates, with a steak and
potato on each. Then he told me to put some salad on one of the plates,
but to put the other plate into the oven and set the oven to Warm.
That's how I knew I would again wait to eat until after Leo had
finished. My mouth was watering and my stomach was growling for food,
and I almost asked him if I could eat with him, but I managed to keep
quiet.
    
    "You know what to do," Leo said, after I had set his place at the
dining table. I climbed up onto the table and knelt facing him, then
pushed my middle fingers into my pussy and my anus. "Talk to me while I
eat," Leo said, "tell me all the ways you want me to fuck you tonight."
    
    I told him. Surprised to hear the words I was speaking, I said I
wanted him to bend me over my table in the Master's bedroom, spank me
until I was crying and begging him to stop, and then fuck my ass until
he came. Next, I said I wanted him to roll me over on my back on the
same table, and then deep throat me until he came a second time. After
that, I said I wanted him to take me to bed and fuck my pussy until he
couldn't fuck me any more.
    
    "Sounds like a plan," Leo said, while chewing a bite of steak,
"except that when we're in bed, you'll be doing the fucking. You'll
ride my cock until you're too exhausted to ride it any more. And
there'll be whips on the nightstand to make sure you don't give up too
soon." I smiled.
    
    After Leo finished eating, he sat and looked at my naked body while
he sipped the last of his wine. Finally, he got out of his chair.
"After you clean the table, you may have your dinner in the kitchen,"
he said. "You can sit at the counter. You can also have one glass of
wine with your dinner."
    
    "Thank you, Leo," I said as I climbed down from the table.
    
    While I was licking up the small amount of fluid that had dripped
from my pussy onto the table, Leo gave me further directions. "After
you finish eating, clean the kitchen and start the dishwasher. Then
bring the open bottle of wine and a clean glass to the rec room." He
then turned and walked out of the dining room, I assumed he was going
to watch TV.
    
    I was so hungry that I practically inhaled my dinner, it was the
first real food I'd had all weekend. Leo hadn't said I couldn't, so I
soaked the potato in butter and drowned the steak in steak sauce. I
don't usually doctor up my food like that, especially good food; but it
seemed that I was as hungry for flavor as I was for nourishment, and
the rich butter and pungent steak sauce were just what I needed.
    
    "Stop," Leo said as I walked into the rec room. Having a full belly
for the first time that weekend, I felt good. Having been denied an
orgasm all day, I also felt very horny, I was ready for a long night of
fucking. At Leo's word, I stopped in my tracks and waited for further
directions.
    
    Leo turned his attention back to the TV for a few moments, then
looked at me again. "You have to learn the proper way to enter a room
where your Master is, Becky," he said. I felt a tingle in my pussy when
he used the word Master.
    
    After a pause, Leo said, "Normally, you will go to a proper
position and drop to your knees. A proper position is one where you
know I can see you, but you're not directly in my line of sight. The
idea is for you to let me know that you're here with me, ready for my
use, but not to intrude on whatever I'm doing. Do you understand?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, I should wait on my knees, off to one side, but not so
far that you can't see me. What about the wine, Leo?" I was carrying
the open bottle of wine and a clean glass, as Leo had ordered me to do.
    
    "I was getting to that," Leo said with a smile. "When you're
bringing me something... wine, a whip, a carnation, or whatever, you
will place it on the nearest table to me unless told otherwise, then
back off to your proper waiting position and wait on your knees. Is
that clear?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, it's clear," I said. Then I took a chance. "I'd love to
bring you a carnation, Leo, if I had one," I said with a grin.
    
    He took my humor the way I hoped he would, he laughed. "You brought
me your sweet pussy and ass, that's better than a room full of
carnations," he said. "Now go out of the room and then make a proper
entrance, the way you've been taught."
    
    Grinning ear to ear, I spun on my heels and walked out of the room.
A few seconds later I returned. Careful to stay off to Leo's side, I
quiety set the wine glass on the end table beside the couch. After
carefully filling the glass, I set the bottle on the table, then backed
up to where I thought I should wait. Facing Leo, I dropped to my knees
and spread my legs wide apart.
    
    Leo slowly sipped his wine while watching the TV. He ignored me. I
alternated my gaze between him and the TV screen, until he noticed and
told me I should keep my eyes lowered while I was waiting. "Stay alert,
pay attention to what's going on around you, but keep your eyes to
yourself," he said. I lowered my eyes immediately, and he returned to
the TV program.
    
    When his wine glass was empty, Leo turned his attention to me. I
thought he was going to tell me to refill his glass, but instead he
asked me if I was horny. "Yes, Leo, I'm very horny," I said.
    
    "If you want me to fuck you, you need to show it in subtle ways,"
he said. "Don't make it obvious, but tell me with your body what you
want."
    
    "I don't know what you mean, Leo, what should I be doing?" I asked.
    
    "Well, you're doing a very good job of reamining perfectly still,"
Leo said. "Try moving your body a little, like you're so hot that you
can't stay still. Lick your lips once in awhile. But be subtle, if you
become a distraction to me I'll punish you for it. The idea is that,
when I choose to pay attention to you, I can tell that you need to be
fucked."
    
    "When I'm here with you, Leo, I always want to be fucked," I said.

    "Good," he said. "I want to see proof of that whenever I look at
you. I want everyone who comes here and sees you to know that you need
and want a good fucking, do you understand?" 
    
    "I think I do, Leo. You want me to act like a slut," I said.
    
    "I don't want you to act like a slut, Becky, I want you to be a
slut. But you'll be my slut, under my control."
    
    After that conversation, Leo went back to watching the TV. I still
didn't know what he wanted me to do, but I knew I had to do something.
I tried slowly shifting my hips from side to side. After a few minutes
of that, I was actually getting more turned on. I added some upper body
motion, swaying a small amount in various directions. I tried to
picture how my movement would look to someone else, then I added a few
small corrections. I was getting into the process. Then I heard Leo
chuckle. "That's actually pretty good for your first time, you've
convinced me that your ready for a hard fuck."
    
    Looking at him, I asked, "May I please have one, Leo? Not just
hard, but long, too, Leo?"
    
    "Soon, not yet," Leo said. Using the remote control, he turned off
the TV and then selected some slow music on the stereo. "Dance with
me," he said.
    
    We danced for about ten minutes. Leo was holding me with both arms
around my naked waist, and I had my arms around his neck. "Leo, I'm
aching to be used," I said, "I need your hands on me."
    
    "You need to shut up," he said. "I know what you need, what you
think you need doesn't matter." Several minutes later, he stopped
dancing and said, "Go upstairs to the bedroom. I want to find you
laying across your table, prepared to be spanked and fucked in your
ass." I put my arms down, took a step backward, saluted, then wheeled
to go upstairs. Leo gave me a whack on my ass, making me squeal. As I
left the room, he said, "Use the toilet first."
    
    I stopped and turned to face him. "Not the litter box, Leo?"
    
    "Nah, it's too much trouble to take you downstairs," he said. "Next
weekend I'll have a litter box for you in every bathroom."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said, then turned back toward the stairs.
    
    Leo made me wait on the table a long time. Finally I heard him
enter the room, then he walked up behind me and immediately began
spanking me hard. I had crossed my wrists behind my back, expecting he
would handcuff me before starting the spanking, but he didn't, nor did
he grasp my wrists to hold me in place, as he had done during previous
spankings. He obviously expected me to hold my position without
restraints, so that's what I did.
    
    I held out as long as I could. My tears had been flowing for many
minutes, then finally I had to let it out. As soon as I began sobbing,
Leo stopped the spanking and shoved his cock all the way into my ass.
"Very good, Becky," he said. "You were perfectly positioned, and you
were completely relaxed and open, I'm proud of you."
    
    "Thank you, Leo," I said between sobs.
    
    Leo alternated fucking my ass with spanking me. Finally, at the end
of my fourth spanking, Leo said, "On your back, slut." I immediately
stood and turned around, then I began to lean back over the table. Leo
stopped me by hooking his arm around my kneck. Pulling me to him, he
licked my tears from my cheeks, then kissed me hard on my mouth, and
when he finally released me I was gasping for breath. He then removed
his arm from my neck, put his palm on my chest between my breasts, and
pushed me back onto the table until my head was hanging off of one side
and my legs were dangling from the other side. Leo then walked over to
the dresser where he kept his toys, and when he came back he shoved a
large vibrating dildo into my pussy. "Here's a bonus for you," he said.
"But if you cum before I do, you'll spend the rest of the evening under
the whip."
    
    "Yes, Leo, I won't cum before you do," I said. He walked around to
my head, and I began to get ready for him to deep throat me. I
positioned my head at what I thought was the correct angle, opened my
mouth as wide as I could, and tried to relax my throat. Without
preliminaries, just as he had done with my ass, Leo walked up to me and
pushed his cock down my throat. As I was struggling to control my gag
reflex, while at the same time using my lips to stimulate the base of
Leo's cock, I heard him say, "Perfect."
    
    Leo held his cock in my throat, moving it slowly back and forth a
few inches. I was becoming desperate for a fresh breath, but I did my
best to remain calm and wait for him to decide that I needed it.
Finally he did, smoothly pulling back far enough so that I could begin
breathing again. When I began panting and gasping for air, Leo rested
his palms on by breasts and told me to get control of myself and take
long, deep breaths. He held the head of his cock just touching the back
of my throat until he saw that I had calmed down, then he pushed it
down my throat again. Leo repeated this cycle until I showed him that I
could maintain my composure and breathe calmly when he decided to allow
me air.
    
    "I'm very pleased, Becky," he said at long last. "This time, I'm
staying in your throat until I cum, and you'll cum at the same time."
As hot and horny as I had been all day, my breath control challenges
had distracted me completely from the buzzing dildo, so I quickly
reconnected my brain to what was going on in my cunt and began
preparing myself to cum with Leo. It didn't take long, in less that a
minute I felt his hot semen squirting into my throat, and I had one of
the strongest orgasms I'd ever experienced. It distracted me to the
point that I forgot everything else, then immediately my body started
reacting to the fact that I couldn't breathe. I panicked.
    
    Leo pulled his cock back, just far enough that I could get air. He
put his hands on my breasts again and held me down on the table. "Calm
yourself," he said.
    
    As soon as I recovered control, I immediately began cleaning Leo's
cock with my lips and tongue, hoping to minimize my punishment in case
I was in trouble. As soon as Leo took his cock out of my mouth, I said,
"I'm so sorry, Leo."
    
    "For what?" he said. "You were fine until you came. You just have
to learn not to let your orgasms rule you, you can still enjoy them
without losing control. Stay where you are, I'll give you a few stripes
to help you remember next time."
    
    "Thank you, Leo," I said. I lay still, eyes closed, preparing for
what was coming. Soon I felt the fire across my belly, then again on
the upper part of my thighs. Tears welled up and ran down the side of
my face toward my ears. As soon as I was able to speak, I again said,
"Thank you, Leo."
    
    "Go get us a couple of beers," Leo said.
    
    I raised my legs, then lowered them quickly, helping me cantilever
myself up from the small table. "Should I get a lite beer for myself,
Leo?" I asked.
    
    "Nah, you've earned a real beer," he said.
    
    "Yes, Leo. Thank you, Leo," I said as I headed out the bedroom door.
    
    Leo sat in his chair, and I knelt between his feet, while we drank
our beers. My eyes were still watering from the whip. We didn't speak,
we just looked at one another. I pictured myself confessing my love to
Leo, but then I pictured Leo whipping me for it, so I remained quiet.
    
    "Ready for some serious fucking?" Leo asked, handing me his empty
beer bottle.
    
    I set both bottles on the floor. "Always, Leo," I said.
    
    Leo stood up and stepped over me. "Move your whips to the night
table," he said. As I stood up and began the ritual of transferring the
whips, Leo sprawled on the bed, on his back.

    First, I fetched the whip Leo had used on me a few minutes earlier.
After striping my belly and thighs, he had dropped the whip on the
floor beside my table. I dropped to both knees beside the whip, then
picked it up and held it in my upturned hands. After kissing it, I
carried the whip to the night table, where I kissed it again before
carefully placing it on the table.
    
    I was looking around the room for the other two whips I knew Leo
wanted, the one with the tassels on the end and the one with the
leather tab. "Second drawer from the top," Leo said.
    
    "Thank you, Leo," I said. I went to Leo's dresser and opened the
second drawer, and there they were. After transferring them to the
table beside the bed, I knelt facing Leo and waited for his
instructions.
    
    "Go use the toilet before we start," Leo said. I hopped to my feet
and walked quickly to the bathroom. A few minutes later I was back
beside the bed again, on my knees. "Tick, tick, tick," Leo said.
Smiling, I climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips.
    
    "Slow fuck," Leo said. His cock wasn't completely hard, so I slid
farther down his legs and took it into my mouth. I soon had him rock
hard, so I slid back up to his hips and guided him into my waiting
pussy. Clasping my hands behind my head, I began to fuck him slowly.
    
    "Am I doing Ok, Leo?" I asked. I had been fucking him very slowly,
the way I thought he wanted, for about fifteen minutes. He hadn't said
anything during the whole time, he just laid there on his back looking
at my face and my breasts.
    
    "Have I corrected you with the whip?" he asked in return.
    
    I smiled. "No, Leo, sorry for the stupid question," I said.
    
    Leo smiled back at me. "I know that your pussy is screaming for you
to move faster, Becky, but instead you're doing what you know I want,
you're showing the kind of discipline I demand from you. As your
training progresses, you'll get less and less praise for performing to
my expectations. If you're not feeling my whip, you're doing well."

    "Yes, Leo, thank you," I said.
    
    "I want you to cum now, Becky," Leo said.
    
    "Yes, Leo." I began concentrating on my pussy, trying to amplify
the sensations. It would have been so much easier if Leo would simply
let me fuck him faster, but he always did this. He wanted me to learn
to cum on command, so I had to prove I could do it with minimum
stimulation before he would reward me with some serious fucking.
    
    I thought back to some of the many wonderful orgasms I had
experienced with Leo, trying to use my memories as extra stimulation.
The recollections that worked best were the ones where Leo was pounding
my pussy or my ass without mercy. But five minutes later I still wasn't
close to coming. Leo reached over and grabbed the correction whip from
the night table. "Please, Leo, may I have a few more minutes?" I asked.
    
    "One more minute, then I'll have to provide you some incentive,"
Leo said. He caressed my nipples with the whip. "You hate it when I
whip you directly on your nipples, don't you?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, I hate that," I whispered. Next to my clit, my nipples
were the most sensitive area of my body. I loved receiving pleasure
through my nipples, and I hated it when Leo hurt them. I almost added,
"Please don't whip my nipples," but he would have struck me immediately
if I'd begged.
    
    I tried closing my eyes to help me concentrate better. "Oh, no,"
Leo said. "You're not going to retreat into fantasyland, open your eyes
and look at me." Of course I obeyed immediately. "You'll learn to cum
because I want you to cum, not because of some fantasy playing in your
head." He struck my left nipple with the whip, sending a jolt of
pain... and I must admit, pleasure, through my body. A moment later he
struck again on my right nipple. Although I couldn't help flinching
each time he struck, I didn't interrupt the rhythm with which I was
humping Leo's cock.
    
    Tears began to run down my cheeks. "Thank you, Leo," I managed to
gasp.
    
    "Did that help?" Leo asked. "If not, I'll have to keep trying."
    
    "I believe it helped, Leo," I lied. "Could I please have one more
minute?" Leo put his whip hand down on the bed beside my leg, then
reached his fingers up and caressed the side of my thigh. He was trying
to help me in a subtle way, and in such a way that he could deny he had
done anything to help.
    
    A seeming eternity later, probably closer to thirty seconds in
fact, I felt the orgasm starting to build. Leo saw the smile on my
face. He put the correction whip back on the table, then took the
tasseled whip and began flicking it over my breasts. A few moments
later I came. I was proud that I never interrupted the slow fuck I was
giving Leo, not when he whipped my nipples, and not through the course
of my orgasm.
    
    "May I speed up now, Leo," I asked. My orgasm was nearly passed,
all that was left was tiny muscle spasms in my pussy, belly, and my
thighs, and of course the pleasurable memory. My tendency was to go
into what Leo called "dreamland" after I had cum. I wanted permission
to speed up, because it would help me stay in the present.
    
    "No, get off of me and lie down on your back," he said.
    
    Oh, goody, I was going to get a hard, straight fuck, which meant
that Leo was pleased with me. "Yes, Leo," I said with a grin.
    
    "Don't be so smug," Leo said as I dismounted and flopped onto my
back beside him.  "You couldn't do it without the whip, there's still
room for improvement."

    "Yes, Leo, I know I need to improve," I said. Then, grinning up at
him, I said, "But I'm getting better, aren't I?"
    
    "Pride is dangerous in a slave, it'll get you into trouble,
eventually," he said. By "trouble" he meant I would be whipped for it.
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said, trying to wipe away my smile. He stretched out
on top of me and shoved his cock into me as far as it would go. Pure
pleasure. He began fucking me very hard, and within seconds I felt
another orgasm building. My burning nipples aside, I was in heaven.

    Leo and I fucked for at least two hours more. Somewhere in the
middle, Leo pissed into my mouth before we showered together. I lost
count of how many times I had cum, and how many times I had made Leo
cum. We were lying side by side, our arms and legs touching, and I was
thinking that it was time to start the next round. "Go to your room,"
Leo said.
    
    "Please, Leo, can't I sleep here with you?" I asked. Leo rolled
onto his side, raised his leg and put a foot against the side of my
hip, and slowly pushed me out of the bed and onto the floor. Then he
rolled over the other way, facing away from me, and pulled the covers
over his shoulders. I got up from the floor and went to my room. Even
though I was exhausted, and had been very thoroughly fucked, it made me
feel used and discarded when Leo turned his back on me. It took me a
long time to cry myself to sleep.
    
    As usual, it scared the crap out of me when Leo triggered my wakeup
alarm. My heart racing from being startled awake, I ran to his bedroom
and knelt beside his bed. He looked at me for a long moment, during
which I was hoping he'd tell me to get into the bed. Finally he said,
"Make a pot of coffee and toast some English muffins, we'll have
breakfast in bed."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said, getting to my feet.
    
    "Bring the Sunday paper too," he said. "And make it fast, I'm
hungry."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said. The Sunday paper was in it's delivery box, at
the far end of Leo's driveway. My clothes were locked up in the garage,
I'd have to go outside naked.
    
    After starting the coffee maker, I took the English muffins out of
the fridge. Then I assembled all of the accessories on a serving tray,
including sugar, cream, butter, jam, silverware, and cups. There was
nothing left to do but get the newspaper.
    
    When I fetched Leo's Sunday paper the previous weekend, I had at
least been able to wear shoes. This time I was totally naked. Also,
this time it was raining and very cold, whereas the last time it had
merely been cold. I decided that there was only one sensible strategy,
I ran. After heading out the side door and hobbling across the gravel
walkway, I sprinted along the front of the garage, heading for the tree
line that ran roughly parallel with Leo's driveway. Staying near the
trees would allow me to hide in case I heard traffic coming down the
highway.
    
    Cold, wet, and miserable, I ran along the tree line. I was about
two-thirds of the way to the highway when I heard the sounds of an
approaching truck. When I first heard it, above the sound of the rain
and my own breathing, the truck seemed very close. I tried to cut to my
left into the trees, but my feet slid out from under me, and I fell on
my ass and slid along the soft ground. As soon as I could recover, I
scrambled to my feet and ducked behind the nearest tree, and almost
immediately a large semi rumbled past on the highway.

    As the truck sounds faded into the distance, I listened carefully
for any other traffic. Hearing none, and knowing that I couldn't afford
to stay still for long, I covered the few steps back to the spot where
I had fallen and listened again for traffic. All was quiet, so I began
sprinting for the hedgrow that paralled the roadway. I got to the hedge
without further incident, and there I listened again. Still hearing no
traffic, I dashed to the mailbox and retrieved Leo's Sunday paper, then
ran back toward the house. By that time I was too cold for subtleties,
I couldn't worry about someone seeing a naked girl running in the rain,
I made a straight line for the house.

    By the time I got through the outside door into Leo's laundry room,
I was shaking badly from the cold. Running to the kitchen, I first put
the English muffins in the toaster, then I poured myself a cup of half
milk and half coffee and drank it down.
    
    "What the fuck?" Leo said when I walked into the bedroom.
    
    I set the serving tray on the the bed at Leo's feet, then knelt
beside the bed. "I'm sorry, Leo, I fell on the slick grass," I said.
    
    "You should have taken a hot shower as soon as you got back," Leo
said. "You should have at least towelled yourself dry, you'll catch
pneumonia."
    
    "Your needs come before my needs, Leo," I said.
    
    "I need a healthy slave, not a sick one that I'll have to take care
of," he said, "go take a hot shower."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said. "Thank you for calling me your slave, Leo," I
added as I walked to the bathroom.
    
    I was luxuriating under the warm water when I heard Leo behind me.
As I turned to face him, I said, "I thought you were hungry, Leo, your
muffins are getting cold."
    
    "We'll toast more muffins," he said. "I wanted to have breakfast in
bed with you, but now I want to fuck you first, is that Ok?"
    
    "It's more than Ok, Leo," I said. I put my arms around his neck,
then squealed as he pushed his cock into my pussy. I wrapped my legs
around his hips, then Leo walked us back under the shower head and
began fucking me hard.
    
    Leo gave me two orgasms under the shower, I sucked his cock, and
then we quickly bathed each other. After I dried Leo, he even offered
to towel me off, a rare privilege. Leo put his arm around my shoulder
as we walked to the kitchen to toast more muffins, then we returned to
the bedroom and crawled under the covers.
    
    "Do you remember what I told you, about how your Sunday mornings
would be spent?" Leo asked. I grinned, because he was speaking around a
mouthful of English muffin, and I could barely understand him. It also
made me grin because I did remember what he had said, that my Sunday
mornings would be pleasant, but only if I had pleased him on Friday and
Saturday.
    
    "Yes, Leo, and I'm very happy that you're pleased with me," I
answered.
    
    He looked at me for a long time. Finally he said, "You're not my
slave yet, Becky, but I'm sure now that you will be. You have a lot
more to learn, but if you weren't scared away by what we did Friday
night, then you'll do fine."
    
    "Thank you, Leo," I said
    
    "The training period is for your benefit as well as mine," he said.
"You need the time, to be sure that you're on the right path. After I
accept you as my slave, it will be too late for you to decide it's not
what you want."
    
    "I understand, Leo," I said. "Believe me, I think about it all the
time."
    
    Leo smiled. "Have you had enough to eat?" he asked. I nodded, not
knowing what he was leading to. "Clear all of this stuff off of my
bed," he said, "then get on your hands and knees and get ready to take
me in your ass."
    
    It was my turn to smile. I hopped off of the bed, grabbed the
serving tray and moved it to a nearby table, then ran back and did a
belly flop on the bed at Leo's feet. Laughing, he slapped me on my ass.
Then he laughed again as I got on my knees and wiggled my butt at him.
"You're going to be the best slave I ever owned," he said, just before
he plunged his cock deep into me.
    
    A few orgasms later, we were both too tired to fuck any more. I was
lying on top of Leo, on my back, and he was idly playing with my sore
nipples. I needed to pee badly, but I was afraid that our morning in
bed would be over if I asked Leo to take me to the basement. Finally I
could wait no longer. "Leo, I have to pee."
    
    "Ok, use my bathroom," he said, surprising me, "and when you come
back, we'll fuck some more, then have lunch." He took his hands off of
my breasts, and I climbed off of him and the bed. I returned as quickly
as I could, and knelt beside the bed. "Now what are you doing?" Leo
asked.
    
    "Leo, may I please tell you how happy I am to be here?" I begged.
    
    "You don't need to tell me, Becky, I can see it on your face," he
said. "I'm happy you're here, too, now get up here and see how quickly
you can get me hard with those talented lips."
    
    "I'm going to take you to the basement after lunch, I want to show
you a new way to flog your breasts," Leo said a few minutes later. His
cock was down my throat, all I could do was nod my head in agreement.
    
    "Did I give you the Sunday morning I promised you?" Leo asked me as
I licked his cock clean.
    
    I said, "Yes, Leo, it was wonderful, thank you."
    
    "I'm starving, let's go downstairs," Leo said. But all the way to
the kitchen, he had his hand on my ass, patting and squeezing me.
    
    "Why do I think you'd like to fuck me some more, Leo?" I asked.
    
    Leo laughed. "Because I would like to fuck you some more, smart
ass," he answered. "Trouble is, my equipment needs some down time. But
don't worry, I'll nail you a few more times before I have to take you
back to school."
    
    "Nail me all you want to, Leo, I can't get enough of you," I said.
Leo slid his hand up to my waist, then pulled me around until I was
facing him and kissed me hard on my lips.
    
    When he pulled his lips away from mine, leaving me gasping for
breath, Leo said, "I will fuck you all I want, whenever I want, because
that's what you're for. Isn't that right, Becky?"
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said. "I'm yours to use any way you choose. Please
fuck me any time and anywhere you want."
    
    Leo looked into my eyes. "And if I choose to loan you out, or even
rent you, to others of my choosing?" he asked.
    
    That possibility had been hinted at, but now Leo was telling me
that it would happen. I was not only going to be Leo's slut, I was also
going to be his whore. "Anything," I whispered. "I'll do anything you
tell me to do, Leo."
    
    Leo put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. "I know you
will," he said. He held me silently for a few moments, then kissed my
forehead and said, "Ok, your reward time is over, back to training."
    
    "Yes, Leo, thank you for a wonderful morning," I said as he
released me. He put his hands on my shoulders, gently turned me around
until I was pointed toward the kitchen, then pushed me into motion.
    
    In the kitchen, Leo sat on a stool, his back to the counter,
looking at me. "Bring me a beer," he said. After giving him his beer, I
stood and waited as I had been trained to, with my arms at my sides, my
feet spread at shoulder width, and my eyes lowered.
    
    It was always hard to keep my eyes lowered when I knew that Leo was
watching me. He looked at me silently while he sipped his beer. When he
finally spoke, the sudden sound made me jump. "I want a BLT sandwich
and iced tea for lunch," he said. "Nothing for you. Bring me another
beer first."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said softly. I took the empty bottle from him, then
quickly returned with his second beer.
    
    "Bring my lunch to the rec room," Leo said as he stood up. Not
waiting for my "Yes, Leo," he turned and walked out the kitchen.
    
    I managed to cook the bacon for Leo's sandwich without suffering
any grease splatters. After setting Leo's food tray in front of him, I
went to the proper location and knelt, awaiting my next command. Leo
was watching a basketball game on the TV, he ignored me and his food
until a timeout was called. After taking a bite of his BLT, he said, "A
little less mayo next time, Becky."
    
    "I'm sorry, Leo," I said, "should I make you another sandwich?"
    
    He looked at me for the first time since I had entered the rec
room. "No, it's fine, I just want you to use less mayo next time."
    
    "Yes, Leo, I'll remember," I said.
    
    After Leo had eaten the first half of his sandwich, he picked up
two straps and tossed them onto the floor in front of me. "Put those on
your breasts," he said, "Make sure the attachment ring is at the top."
I looked down at the straps, which were actually collars for a medium
sized dog. The two collars were identical, black, about an inch wide.
    
    I picked up one of the collars and began to buckle it around my
breast. "No, no," Leo said. "I want it at the base of your breast. I
want as much boob as possible to be trapped by the collar." After
positioning it farther back on my breast, I held the collar with one
hand while tugging on my breast with the other. Then I tightened the
collar until it was snugly buckled at the second hole. "That's too
loose, take it up two more notches," Leo said. I did as he told me,
making the collar painfully tight around my breast. The breast itself
was forcded into a spherical shape.
    
    "That's how I want it, but look at where the ring is positioned. Do
it again," Leo said. I looked down at the collar, and saw that the
attachment ring was about forty-five degrees to the outside of my boob.
I unfastened the collar, repositioned it, and then fastened it again.
"Perfect, now do the other one," Leo said.
    
    After I had strapped both of my boobs to his satisfaction, Leo
ignored me again until he had finished eating, then he said, "Take this
away, and clean up the mess you made in the kitchen." When I picked up
his his lunch tray, he said, "Come back here when you finish, and make
it fast."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said. As I walked to the kitchen I noticed how
differently my breasts behaved. Instead of the bounce I was accustomed
to, they now jiggled. Also, I could feel the leather collar digging
into my flesh as the boobs moved up and down, and I was sure it
wouldn't be long before it became painful.
    
    When I returned to the rec room, I went to my spot to kneel, but
Leo said, "No, I want you over here." I walked to the couch and stood
in front of him. "Get on the couch, straddle me with your legs," he
said. I was hoping he wanted to fuck me, but that wasn't what he
wanted. He took each of my breasts in his hands. He squeezed them hard
while rolling them in circles. "How does that feel?" he asked.
    
    "It hurts, Leo," I said. He let go of me and then picked up two
clamps from the couch next to him. They weren't the nipple clips or
Clover Clamps he usually used on me, they were spring-loaded
clothespins. He put one on each of my nipples. They hurt like hell, I
couldn't help whimpering a little as the pain began building.
    
    "I know it hurts, I won't leave them on too long," he said.
    
    Tears were already pooled in my eyes. "Thank you, Leo," I managed
to say.
    
    Leo sat and watched my face as the tears began to run down my
cheeks. After a few minutes he said, "It's time to go to the basement."
    
    Leo caressed my ass as we walked to the elevator. "Do you need to
use your litter box?" he asked. When I answered that I didn't need to
go, he fastened my wrists together behind my back.
    
    When we got to the dungeon, the name I always used for the room
with all of the torture gear, Leo didn't waste any time. He produced a
metal bar, about two feet long. It had three hooks, which were attached
in such a way that they could slide along the length of the bar. Leo
positioned the outer hooks at the width between my breast collar rings
and attached them to the collars. He then pulled down a rope, one of
many hanging from pulleys in the ceiling, and attached it to the center
hook. Walking to the wall behind me, Leo pulled the rope until I was
forced up onto my tiptoes, and then tied it off.
    
    It hurt like hell. If I stood as tall as I possibly could on my
tiptoes, my breasts still hurt, but the pain was bearable. The trouble
was, I wouldn't be able to stand like that for long. Leo walked up
behind me and pushed me forward until I couldn't touch the floor with
my toes. I was hanging by my breasts, and I couldn't hold back a cry of
pain.
    
    "I just wanted you to see what it would be like," Leo said, as he
helped me get back onto my toes. "Are you ready for me to flog your
breasts?" Of course I wasn't ready for that, but I nodded my head
anyway. Leo walked over to his hardware wall. After studying it for a
few moments, he selected a flogger and turned back to me.
    
    As Leo approached me, I looked at the flogger. It was different
from the usual flogger he used on me, because the leather strips of
this flogger were short and wide rather than long and thin. Seeing me
eyeing the flogger in his hand, Leo said, "The one I usually use on you
is designed just to sting, but this one is designed for impact. It'll
feel like I'm slapping your breasts."
    
    As soon as he was in range, Leo removed the clothepins from my
nipples. Then he immediately began hitting my breasts with the flogger.
He was right, it felt like he was slapping me. It sounded like he was
slapping me, too, each blow from the flogger was accompanied by a loud
smacking sound. It stung my skin where the flogger landed, but that
wasn't the worst of it. The impact of the flogger caused the breast to
move in the direction the flogger was travelling when it hit me, and
then my breast would rebound, or bounce, in the opposite direction.
That would have been unpleasant enough, but it was made much worse by
the dog collars which tightly strapped my breasts. Each time Leo struck
me, I could feel the edge of the leather collar digging into my skin.
"I'm afraid this is going to leave marks," Leo said, "not only from the
straps, but there'll also be some bruises from the flogging. I'll try
to minimize the bruising."
    
    Leo worked his way around the circumference of my breasts,
alternating each blow from one breast to the other. It hurt a lot, but
it wasn't the worst pain he had ever caused me, and it certainly wasn't
more than I could stand. Nevertheless, my tears soon flowed freely, and
I was unable to hold back the occasional sob or moan.
    
    After what seemed like a long time, but was probably only a few
minutes, Leo said, "I'm going to start walking around you slowly while
I flog you, Becky. As I move, I want you to turn too, so that you are
always presenting your breasts for the flogger, is that clear?"
    
    I nodded my head. I knew this was part of my conditioning. It's not
enough to remain passive and accept the pain, a good slave has to be an
active, willing participant in what's being done to her. I had to offer
myself to the pain, and I must admit that I like that part of being
tortured. I hate the pain, but I love submitting to it, it's somehow
very satisfying to me.
    
    Finally it was over, Leo stopped and dropped the flogger on the
floor beside me. "I'll be back in a little while," he said, then he got
into the elevator and went back upstairs.
    
    Leo wasn't gone very long, perhaps ten minutes. During that time I
had hung by my breasts twice, because the muscles in my feet and calves
were refusing to hold me up any longer. Like the "survival tactics" I
had used in other situations, I would stand on my toes for as long as
possible, then I would hang by my breasts for as long as possible. That
was the best I could do under the circumstances.
    
    Leo had a beer in his hand when he stepped out of the elevator.
Ignoring my tears and my whimpering, he put the beer bottle to my lips
and gave me a long swig. As I drank, he asked, "Are you Ok?"
    
    What a stupid question. That's how I would have answered if I
could, but I wasn't free to speak in the basement. I could have said,
"Yes, Leo," since he had asked me a direct question, but I didn't want
him to hear the pain and weakness in my voice. I nodded my head up and
down a few times and tried to smile through the pain.

    After setting the bottle on a nearby table, Leo kissed each of my
nipples, then used his tongue on them until they were both hard and
swollen.
    
    Leo took a step back and looked at me for a moment, then he said,
"I'll release you soon, but first you're going to fuck me." I
automatically looked down at his cock, not surprised that it was
already hard. He moved closer to me, until my breasts were in contact
with his chest. I also felt the tip of his cock brush against my belly.
    
    Leo spread his legs wide. He looked down at his cock and my pussy,
then he looked into my eyes. "I'm at the right height for you," he
said. "You're going to walk yourself onto my cock, then you're going to
fuck me."
    
    I didn't think I could do that, I was already feeling so much pain
in my breasts, and what Leo wanted me to do would make it a lot worse.
He must have seen my thoughts reflected in my eyes, because he said, "I
don't care how much it hurts, Becky. My needs always come before yours,
and I need to feel my cock buried in your pussy. Do it now, or I'll put
the clothespins back on and leave you here to think about the cost of
your disobedience for a few hours." I felt like breaking down, crying
and sobbing and begging for mercy. In my old life, had I ever found
myself in such a horrible situation, I would probably have done just
that; but here with Leo, there was no chance that such a show of
weakness would have resulted in anything other than additional pain.
The first lesson Leo ever taught me was that resistance to his will
always made things worse. I took a deep breath and then began moving
forward on my toes.
    
    The head of Leo's cock pressed against my left labia. Looking down,
he adjusted his position slightly and then guided his cock between my
lips. As I moved forward again, I sobbed from the pain in my breasts.
Leo said, "Take me all of the way in, then we'll move back a little and
ease your pain before you start fucking me."
    
    I was as close to Leo as I could get, I couldn't get enough
traction with my toes to move any farther. My breasts were supporting a
lot of my weight, and they were in agony. I looked at him with my
tear-filled eyes, and I came very close to breaking my silence to say
that I couldn't do what he wanted. Before I could speak, though, Leo
said, "You have to take more of my cock, and you can't do it like this.
Think of another way."
    
    As soon as Leo said to think of another way, I knew what he wanted,
I just didn't know if I could do it. Reading my mind, Leo said, "A
little while ago, you said you would do anything I told you to do. Are
you going to be my slave, or not, Becky? You have to decide now." I
took a deep breath, failed to hold back a sob of anguish, and then I
did what I had to do.
    
    Lifting one foot off of the floor, I hooked my leg behind Leo's
ass. Then, before I could lose my balance and fall back away from him,
I hooked my other foot around him and crossed my ankles. All of my
weight was being supported by my breasts. It hurt too much to even
scream, I was making some animal-like sound that Leo later said was a
howl. With the last shred of my willpower, I pulled myself against Leo,
burying his cock in me to the hilt.
    
    Leo immediately cupped one hand under my ass, and the other around
my back, and took all of the weight off of my breasts. The pain didn't
disappear, but it decreased so dramatically that I actually laughed
while I was still crying. "That's my good girl, I knew you would do
it," Leo said. He held me and smiled at me for a moment, then he said,
"Now we know it's true, it's not just words. You really will do
anything for me, won't you?"
    
    "Anything, Leo," I whispered.
    
    Leo held me for several minutes while I recovered. We looked at one
another, and we even kissed once, but it was an awkward kiss because of
the rope that was dangling right in front of my face. "Are you ready to
fuck me now?" Leo asked after the kiss. I nodded my head.
    
    After ensuring that I was directly under the pulley that held my
rope, Leo carefully lowered me until I could stand on tiptoes. The pain
immediately returned to my breasts, although it wasn't as bad as when I
was hanging from the rope. "Ask for permission to fuck me," he said.
    
    "May I please fuck you, Leo," I whispered.
    
    "Ask again, louder. And convince me that you mean it," he said. He
made me ask over and over again, and before he finally agreed I was
begging him to let me fuck him, no matter how much pain it would cause
me.
    
    It's very awkward to fuck standing up, especially when it's the
woman who is doing the fucking. Imagine how much harder it is then,
when you're standing on tiptoes, hanging from your breasts, your hands
are restrained behind your back, and you're in excruciating pain. My
tears were flowing freely, but I was able somehow to keep from sobbing
or moaning. But I kept losing my balance, and then Leo's cock would
slip out of my pussy, and he would have to put it back in me. "Instead
of helping you like this," he said the second time I let him escape me,
"I should make you remount me."
    
    Leo made me fuck him like that for about five minutes. Finally he
said, "Stop," and I did. "You're not very good at this, are you?" he
asked.
    
    "No, Leo, but I'll get better," I whispered.
    
    "Why don't we take you down and finish it on the bench?" he asked.
    
    In spite of the pain, I grinned at him. "Yes, Leo," I said.
    
    Leo disengaged himself from me, then walked behind me and loosened
the rope from which I was suspended. Returning to me, he quickly
unclipped the metal bar from the straps binding my breasts, but he
didn't remove the straps. "Go lean over the bench," he said, I'll give
you a long, hard fuck."
    
    As much as I wanted a good fuck from Leo, I dreaded pressing my
bound breasts onto the bench, I knew it would hurt as much or more than
when I was suspended from the rope. I almost begged Leo not to make me
do it, but somehow I summoned the strength to say, "Yes, Leo."
    
    I walked to the bench, the long padded table where I had slept
Friday night. As soon as I was beside the bench, before I could think
about it and cower from the task, I bent over and pressed my breasts
into the padding. I couldn't hold back a cry of pain as the cruel
leather straps dug into my sore, sensitive flesh.
    
    Leo walked up behind me and ran his hands over my ass for a few
moments. "Stand up and turn around," he said. Fearing that Leo was
angry with me, I quickly stood up straight and turned to face him. He
smiled at me, then carefully began removing one of the straps. "That
was your last obedience test for this weekend," he said, "the rest of
our time today will be spent upstairs. How about a long, hot bath
together, and then a few hours in bed."
    
    "Yes, Leo, I'd like that," I said.
    
    He was as good as his word. After watching me use my litter box,
Leo took me upstairs. We had a long, sexy bath, with lots of touching
and teasing, then Leo took me to bed and fucked me thoroughly.
    
    I was working on my fifth orgasm when some sort of chime went off.
I'd never heard it before. "What's that, Leo?" I asked.
    
    "Someone's at the front door," he said, sounding annoyed. "Stay
here, I'll check it out." He hopped out of bed, pulled on a pair of
slacks, and went downstairs.
    
    Leo was gone for a long time. I kept thinking that I should go and
see what was going on, but I wasn't a guest here, I was Leo's slave. I
had been told to stay in the bedroom, so that's what I had to do. Then
I heard a familiar voice say, "Hello, Becky."
    
    I looked toward the sound of the voice, the bedroom door. Marisa
was there, dressed in a turtleneck sweater, jeans, and sneakers. She
was grinning at me. "Hello, Marisa," I said.
    
    Leo appeared in the doorway behind Marisa. "On your knees, Becky,"
he said. As I hurried to get out of bed and kneel, Leo eased past
Marisa and entered the bedroom. When I was on my knees in front of Leo,
he said, "As you can see, Marisa is here. I have some business matters
to discuss downstairs with her Master. While I'm busy, Marisa will
begin instructing you on how to please a woman. Do whatever she tells
you. Is that clear?"
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said, feeling excitement and fear.
    
    Leo turned away from me. "Remember what I said," he said to Marisa.
    
    "Yes, Master Leo, I'll do exactly as you wish," Marisa answered.
Leo walked out of the bedroom, leaving me alone with Marisa. I looked
at her, and she grinned at me again. Without speaking, she walked to
Leo's dresser, opened his equipment drawer, and selected a whip.
Turning back to me, she said, "Leo has given me power over you, Becky.
Do you know what that means?"
    
    "Yes, Marisa," I said, "it means I have to obey you."
    
    Marisa said, "This whip is for you, Becky, and I'll use it if I'm
not pleased with your performance. Is that clear?"
    
    This was a different Marisa than I was used to. During my yoga
lessons, Marisa had been a cool, patient professional, polite and
deferential to her student. Now she had a gleam in her eye that told me
she was serious about the whip. "Yes, Marisa, it's clear," I answered.
    
    Marisa returned to where I was kneeling on the floor. She ran the
tip of the whip around my right breast, tracing the marks left from the
leather strap. "You've been used hard, haven't you, Becky?" she asked.
    
    "Yes, Marisa," I whispered.
    
    "You like that, don't you?"

    "Yes, Marisa."

    She walked all of the way around me. "Starting tomorrow," she said
while she was behind me, "you'll spend half of your lesson with me
learning yoga, and the other half learning how to please me sexually.
You'll begin learning that now."
    
    I was thrilled. First of all, I wanted very much to learn how to
please a woman, because I hoped one day to be able to make love to
Anne, and hopefully she would make love to me, too. The other reason I
was excited by what Marisa said was because it meant that there would
no longer be a sharp dividing line between my slave life on the weekend
and my student life during the week. Starting the following day, I
would be a slave, Marisa's slave, for at least a little while each
weekday.
    
    Marisa stopped in front of me. "What did I just say?" she asked. I
wasn't sure what she said last, I had been busy fantisizing about the
things I hoped she would teach me. A second later, she struck me
sharply on my right breast with the whip. "Stop daydreaming and pay
attention," she said.
    
    "Yes, Marisa, I'm very sorry," I said. I remembered the words Leo
had used to describe Marisa, "She tops bottoms and bottoms tops." She
was making it clear that she would be topping me, and I was eager to
experience submission to a woman, even if it wasn't Anne.
    
    "Stand up," she said. I got to my feet and waited as I had learned
to wait for Leo, with my legs spread to shoulder width, erect posture,
arms at my side, and downcast eyes. Marisa put a hand on my breast, the
one she had just struck with the whip, and caressed me softly. I
couldn't hold back a moan. "You're a hot little bitch, aren't you?" she
said.
    
    I wasn't sure if I should answer, but I took a chance and said,
"Yes, Marisa, I'm a hot little bitch. I'm being trained to be Leo's
slut."
    
    "Somebody's slut, anyway," Marisa said. She put her other hand on
my left breast. "I've been curious what these look like, under those
baggy sweatshirts you wear to yoga," she said. "From now on you'll take
your instruction naked, so I can enjoy looking at you."
    
    "Yes, Marisa," I whispered. Her hands were getting to me, I was
hoping she would want to explore the rest of me. But after a few
moments she let go of my breasts and took a step back.
    
    "The first thing I'll teach you is how to undress me," she said.
Looking down at herself, she said, "This isn't the best outfit to train
on, but I'll have a variety of different clothing styles for you when
you come to class. You'll spend all of the next week learning the
sexiest ways to undress me." I was pretty sure I already knew how to do
that, but I kept my mouth shut.
    
    "How would you do it?" Marisa asked. She must have seen my
confusion, because she reworded her question. "How would you undress
me, what would you take off first?"
    
    "Mmm, I'd start with your shoes, Marisa, then your sweater, and
finally your jeans," I answered.
    
    "Ok, do it," she said.
    
    "Uh, would you like to sit down, please, Marisa, so I can remove
your shoes?"
    
    She struck me lightly across my breasts with the whip. "I've told
you to undress me," she said. "That means I'm putting myself in your
hands. I expect you to guide me through a pleasurable experience. Don't
ask me if I'd like to sit down, take my hand and lead me to the chair
you want me to sit in."
    
    "Yes, Marisa," I said. I took her free hand, the one not holding
the whip, and led her to the most comfortable chair in Leo's bedroom.
"Please sit down, Marisa," I said meekly. It was as much a question as
a request.
    
    Marisa struck me again with the whip, this time a little harder, on
my belly. "Treat me with respect. Treat me as your superior in every
way. But don't show me uncertainty, even if that's what you're feeling.
Make me think you know what you want and you know where you're taking
me... And don't say 'Yes, Marisa,' again. In fact, don't speak at all
until your lesson is over."
    
    Still holding her hand, I led Marisa several paces back the way we
had come, then turned her and walked back to the chair. Turning to her,
I gently pulled her hand, and she turned to face me. When she was
standing with her back to the chair, I knelt in front of her and looked
up into her eyes. Smiling slightly, she sat down. Gently grasping an
ankle with one hand, I raised her foot off of the floor, then cupped my
other hand under her shoe. Moving her foot toward me, I lowered it
until the sole of her shoe rested on my thigh. I repeated the process
for her other foot, then looked up into her eyes.
    
    "That's better than I could have hoped for, Becky," Marisa said.
"Leo has taught you more than I expected." I smiled up at her.
"Continue," she said.
    
    I began unlacing one of her sneakers. "Slowly," Marisa said. "Make
me anticipate the pleasure you're going to give me. If I get impatient,
I'll tell you to speed up, but you don't want to make me think you're
rushing things." I could see that she was right. With Leo, my
undressing him was merely an act of submission, something I did before
getting fucked. But Marisa was telling me that undressing her was one
of the ways I would give her sexual pleasure, and that made perfect
sense to me.
    
    After removing Marisa's left shoe and ankle sock, I gently kissed
the top of her foot, then turned my attention to her other shoe. She
gave me a stinging blow on my back with her whip. "One kiss is never
enough," she said. "If your Mistress is in a big hurry, perhaps four
kisses would do. That would be one on the toes, one on the front of the
ankle, one on the ball of the foot, and one on the heel. But usually,
you'll also kiss and perhaps suck each toe, and the arch of the foot as
well. When time is not an issue, you'll kiss every square inch of skin
that you uncover."
    
    I almost slipped and said, "Yes, Marisa," but I caught myself just
in time. I began kissing the top of her foot, from the tips of her toes
to her ankle. Then I sucked each of her toes. That really bothered me
at first, until I remembered all of the times I had sucked Leo's cock
after he fucked me in the ass. Sucking toes didn't seem like a big deal
in comparison.
    
    It was time to go to work on the bottom of her foot. As I raised
her leg, Marisa said, "Raise the foot just enough to get your head
under it." I glanced up at her, and that earned me another blow from
her whip on my shoulder. "You're the slave, you have to do the work.
Your Mistress isn't going to exert herself to make your life easier."
    
    If I could have taken her other foot off of my thigh, and slid
backwards away from her a little bit, it wouldn't have been nearly as
hard. I felt the strain in my back and my neck as I tried to curl into
a tight ball and then turn my face upward to kiss the bottom of her
feet. But as hard as I tried, I couldn't do it. After encouraging me
several times with her whip, Marisa finally conceded that I wasn't
flexible enough - yet - to do what she required. "We'll work on it
during your yoga lesson," she said, then she raised her foot until I
was able to kiss the underside of her foot from toes to heel.
    
    Marisa told me to begin removing her other shoe. The process was
the same as for the first foot, only she sat silently while I performed
for her. She did whip me once because she felt I was moving too fast,
but other than that I guess I did Ok.
    
    "Should you have me stand up, or remain seated, before you remove
my sweater?" Marisa asked after I had placed her bare feet back on the
carpet.
    
    It seemed to me that I should make her move as little as possible,
so I said, "I should have you remain seated, Marisa."
    
    That got me another stripe on my breasts. "It was a trick question,
the right answer is, 'It depends'," she said. "With the sweater, I
don't think it really matters. If I were wearing a blouse, or a gown,
or any type of loose top, it would be better if you undraped me
standing. Standing in front of a mirror is usually a good option, too."
    
    I got to my feet and held out my hand to Marisa. Smiling, she gave
me her hand and stood facing me. I led her to the mirror and positioned
her facing it. Kneeling in front of her, I raised the front of her
sweater to expose a strip of her flat, muscled stomach, then proceded
to kiss all of the skin that I had uncovered. I repeated the process
until I couldn't reach any higher with my lips, then I stood and bent
at my waist to continue kissing her flesh.
    
    Marisa's sweater was bunched up just below her breasts. With both
hands, I slowly pulled the sweater outward and upward, to uncover her
breasts without dragging the material across them. Her breasts were
small and firm, with small, dark brown areolas and stiff, pencil
eraser-sized nipples. After slowly and meticulously kissing both of her
breasts, I finished by touching each nipple with the tip of my tongue.
Then I took both of her hands in mine, trying to think of the best way
to show her I wanted to take off the sweater.
    
    "Turn around," Marisa said. I let go of her hands and turned my
back to her, and immediately she gave me two severe slashes with her
whip. "Tell me what you forgot,"" she said.
    
    Tears had welled up in my eyes from the pain. "I forgot your back,
Marisa," I whispered, trying to keep from sobbing.
    
    "That's right, you concentrated solely on my stomach and my
breasts, and you did a very good job there, but you forgot the back.
Pull my sweater down and start again.
    
    I started over, using the same technique I had used the first time,
only this time extending it to include Marisa's sides and back. That
meant that while I was on my knees, I was slowly crawling in circles
around Marisa, and similarly while I was on my feet and bent over.
Finally I was able to stand almost straight. I had kissed each breast
and had worked my way to her upper back. "I feel your mouth," Marisa
said, "and I feel your fingers and palms, but I don't feel your
breasts. The touch of your breasts on my flesh would be even more
sensual than your hands." I began dragging my breasts over her skin as
my mouth moved from place to place on her. "That's much better, that's
really turning me on," she said after a few minutes. It was turning me
on, too, I could feel myself getting wet.
    
    Finally it was time to remove Marisa's sweater entirely. It felt
clumsy to me, I expected to be whipped, but she seemed satisfied with
the way I did it. I was surprised to see that, under her sweater,
Marisa wore matching leather collar and cuffs. Each had attachment
rings located at several places around their circumference.
    
    After kissing her arms and neck thoroughly, I was ready to remove
Marisa's jeans. But before I got them down more than a few inches, I
heard Leo behind me. "How's the student?" he asked Marisa.
    
    "She needs a lot of work, Master Leo," Marisa said.
    
    "Use the whip as often as necessary, I trust your judgement," Leo
said.
    
    "Thank you, Master Leo," Marisa said.
    
    "Can I have my slave back now?" a strange male voice asked.
    
    Leo laughed. "You're the one who couldn't wait, you had to do
business on a Sunday afternoon, and now you bitch about me borrowing
your slave? I ask you, is that fair?"
    
    The other man laughed, too. "Ok, you have a point," he said. "As
long as we're here, though, how about some fun downstairs? We could set
up a steeplechase, winner whips the loser."
    
    "That does sound like fun," Leo said, "but I have to get Becky fed
and cleaned up so I can take her back to school. We'll do it some other
time, Ok?"
    
    "Sure, whatever you say," the other man said. Then, in a harsher
voice, he said, "Get your clothes on, Missy, we're leaving."
    
    "Yes, Master," Marisa said, very submissively. She fastened her
jeans, then picked up her sweater and walked behind me, I could hear
her putting on the sweater, then hurriedly putting on her shoes. I
hadn't been given permission to move, so I stayed on my knees as Marisa
and her master left, I didn't get to see what he looked like.
    
    "Becky, come here," Leo said. I stood and walked over to the chair
he was sitting in. He examined me from head to foot. "Turn," he said,
and I turned in a slow circle. "Looks like your lesson was pretty
rough," he said.
    
    "Yes, Leo," I answered. Then I added, "But I learned a lot... Can I
ask you a question, Leo?"
    
    He sighed, a smile on his face. "Could I stop you?" he asked.
    
    I grinned at him. "Leo, when I told Marisa that you were training
me to be your slut, she said something like, 'Or somebody's slut.' Are
you training me for somebody else, Leo?"
    
    Leo looked at me silently for a long moment, then he said, "Fetch
your whip, Becky."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said. Marisa had dropped the punishment whip on the
floor, I picked it up, kissed it, and presented it to Leo on my knees.
    
    "Turn around with your back to me, and clasp your hands behind your
head," he said. I knew I was in trouble for asking that question. By
the time I was positioned as Leo commanded, I was starting to shake,
and tears were pooled in my eyes.
    
    "I'll answer your question first, Becky," Leo said. "The answer is,
it's not your concern how or why I train you. Is that clear?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, I'm sorry," I whispered.
    
    "Now I'm going to punish you, Becky, for speaking to an outsider
about what goes on here between you and I. That is strictly forbidden,
and you will never do it again. Do you understand?"
    
    "Yes, Leo, I'll never do it again," I said, my voice weak and
wavering. A moment later, Leo struck me hard across my shoulders. Then
he hit me four more times, on the small of my back, on my ass, on my
thighs, and the final one, that seemed to hurt as much as the others
combined, right on the crease between my thighs and my buttocks. When
he finished, I was crying and sobbing and blubbering and saying over
and over how sorry I was.
    
    Leo tossed the whip on the floor beside me, then I heard him get up
and leave the bedroom. I stayed where he had put me, hands behind my
head, crying hard. A few minutes later he returned and sat down again
behind me. I was still crying, and I was afraid my punishment wasn't
finished. "Come to me, Becky," Leo said. I turned on my knees and
looked at Leo through teary eyes. He held out his hands to me. "Get in
my lap," he said.
    
    "I'm so sorry, Leo," I said as I walked to him on my knees.
    
    "I know you are," Leo said as he helped me into his lap. "I know
you want to be a good slave, and it hurts me when I have to punish
you."
    
    I couldn't help myself, I giggled. Leo chuckled in return. "Ok, it
hurts you a little more than it hurts me. What I mean is that I don't
enjoy causing you pain, I do it because it's what you need."
    
    I kissed him on the cheek. "I know that, Leo," I said. We cuddled
for a few minutes, my head resting on Leo's shoulder. Then he produced
a beer, letting me know where he had gone after he whipped me. I took a
long swig, then held the bottle to his lips while he drank. I came very
close to telling him that I loved him, but I knew that would have
forced him to whip me some more, and besides he already knew it anyway.
    
    Leo held me silently for several minutes. Finally he said, "You've
had a difficult weekend."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said softly. I couldn't argue, it had been hard.
    
    "Too much?" he asked.
    
    I didn't need to think about that. "No, Leo, not too much. Saturday
night and this morning were wonderful, Leo."
    
    "You earned it," he said. "I'm sorry for the interruption today, we
didn't get a chance for you to do your exercises."
    
    I said, "It was an interesting time with Marisa, Leo, I enjoyed
being under her control."
    
    He kissed me on my forehead. "I thought you would... You must be
hungry, would you rather eat restaurant food, or my cooking."
    
    "Your cooking, Leo," I said.
    
    "Take a hot shower, then come to the kitchen," he said.
    
    "May I have a kiss first, please Leo?" I said, taking a big chance.
    
    "Go take a shower," he said.
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said, climbing out of his lap. Leo caught up to me at
the bathroom door. Spinning me around, he took me in his arms and gave
me a kiss that left me gasping for air and dripping from my pussy.
    
    When Leo finally released me, he grinned. "How was that?" he asked.
    
    I wasn't sure I could speak. "It was wonderful. Thank you, Leo," I
whispered.
    
    Leo took me by my shoulders and turned me back facing the bathroom
door He slapped me on my battered ass and said, "Use the toilet, then
take your time in the shower. You can masturbate if you want to."
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said. I had no intention of masturbating, but once I
was under the hot water the first thing I did was get myself off, and
then I did it again while soaping up.
    
    "It smells wonderful, Leo," I said as I entered the kitchen.
    
    Leo brought me a glass of wine, then nodded to a nearby stool.
"It'll be another fifteen minutes, talk to me while I work," he said.
    
    I sat down. "What shall we talk about, Leo?" I asked.
    
    "You know who I'm training you for, don't you?" he asked.
    
    "Yes, Leo, I think so," I said.
    
    "Do you object?"
    
    "No, Leo." I smiled when I said that.
    
    "Good," he said. That was the one and only time we ever talked
about it. A few moments later, Leo asked, "How many times did you jack
off in the shower?"
    
    I grinned at him. "I think of it as jilling off, Leo," I said.
"Twice, Leo."
    
    "Good," he said again. I think those were the subjects Leo wanted
to cover, after that we made small talk about my classes, Marisa's
training methods, and my impressions of my first weekend of slave
training. Neither of us mentioned Anne, but it was like she was there
in the room with us.
    
    After dinner, Leo and I cleared the dining table, then cleaned the
kitchen together. After starting the dishwasher, Leo looked at the
clock. "It's time to take you back," he said.
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said. He knew I didn't want to go, and I don't think
he wanted me to go, but nevertheless he took me to the elevator. Before
the elevator door opened, I said, "May I please use my litter box one
last time, Leo?"
    
    Leo smiled and nodded his head. "I'll have one for you in our
bathroom next weekend," he said. I liked that he called it "our"
bathroom.
    
    After I used the litter box, and then cleaned it, Leo opened the
elevator door for me, the one that went to the garage room where my
clothes were. It seemed like weeks ago that I came out of that elevator
to begin my slave training. I didn't want enter the elevator. I turned
to Leo, pleading with my eyes. He hugged me, then he took out a key and
removed my collar, my belt, and then my wrist and ankle bracelets. I
felt naked for the first time all weekend. "Go," Leo said, and I walked
onto the elevator.
    
    When I emerged into the garage, dressed as I had been Friday
afternoon, Leo was waiting for me in his truck. With tears in my eyes,
I climbed into the truck. Leo started the engine, opened the garage
door, and backed out.
    
    We didn't say much on the long trip back into town. When Leo
stopped the truck in front of my dorm, I assumed he wanted me to go
quietly, but as I opened the door he grabbed my arm. "Are you allowed
to have visitors in your room?" he asked.
    
    "Yes, Leo," I said, "would you like to see my room?"
    
    He smiled. "No," he said, "I want to fuck you in your room."
    
    It was my turn to smile. "Yes, Leo," I said.

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