Part V (Wednesday)
Monday morning was nothing but usual, that is, it was as usual as Rebecca's life had become. She had slept well, very well, the night before, and visions of the events of the evening flooded in. She pushed them aside and got on with the day. She did her morning exercises with the penis gag, and dressed as she had been taught. Maria was wearing a cover-up and told her she would be spending her day-off at the beach with friends after delivering the boys to school. Rebecca nodded, spent a few minutes with the boys, and then headed for the office. There, she sat as required, skirt up in back so she was sitting on her bare ass (she was wearing her skirts fuller these days since a tight skirt was difficult to hike up), with her legs parted, even under her desk. She expected a phone call from Kyle in the morning, but nothing happened. When she saw any of the men who had been at the strip club, she reddened and had to take a deep breath before speaking. But they acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary, so she began to relax. The afternoon, likewise there was no contact from HIM. Finally about the time she was getting ready to leave HE walked into her office.
"Hello, Sir," she said looking up, trying to smile.
"Hello, Rebecca. How is the corporate world these days?"
"Fine, thank you, Sir."
"You are sitting as I have instructed?"
"Yes, Sir. Do you want to check?"
"Of course," he stepped over and pulled up the back of her skirt as she sat until he could see her naked ass through the open back of the chair. "You have recovered from last night?"
She blushed again thinking about all the men, most of whom she knew, who had their hands on every part of her body. "I slept well, Sir," was as much as she could manage.
"I shouldn't wonder. I have a few instructions for you."
"More rules to complicate my life?" she said trying to keep the venom from her voice, but forcing a smile.
"Wednesday morning you have your appointment to get your piercings," he said ignoring her. "It is scheduled for 10:00 so you will have to make arrangements to come in late to work. Here is the address. They will be expecting you."
"Yes, Sir," she said wondering to herself what he would do if she skipped the appointment. She shuttered and decided that she really didn't want to know.
"The other matter concerns your pc muscles."
"My what?" she inquired.
"The muscles that control your vagina. They are a bit weak, as both Joanna and I noticed. I will expect nice strong muscles to milk my cock if I should decide I want to fuck your cunt. You will strengthen them for me over the next few weeks." He went into the kitchenette and returned. "Remove your skirt and spread your cunt lips." His examinations of her nether regions always left her blushing and confused. He held up a glass "Now you will pee into this glass," he said as though instructing someone on a point of golf.
"Oh my God, your aren't..." she said in a loud voice. Then looking toward the door she hissed, "you can't really mean it."
He said nothing, just looked at her waiting patiently for the realization to sink in. It was his eyes that were different than any other man's. They seemed to look right inside her, and seemed to know just what she was thinking. They caught hers and told her that her objections would come to naught.
"I will try, Sir," she said blushing as she pushed her bald labia against the glass. Nothing happened. The minutes ticked by.
"Rebecca," he said sternly.
"I am trying, Sir, really I am. But this is soooo embarrassing. I have never done this in front of anyone." She paused. "I know I can do this for you." She was pushing, but nothing was happening. She knew he would be angry with her if she failed him. It was just so...so, she didn't know what. He had taken something very personal and private and was taking control of even that.
She looked down at his expectant face. "I won't disappoint you, Sir," she said with resolve. And soon, as good as her word, the sound of piss hitting the glass could be heard.
"Stop," he said firmly and louder than usual. She sucked in the muscles responsible for pee control and in a couple of seconds only a few droplets of water trickled down to fall into the glass.
"You took too long to stop. It is a sign of weakness in your muscles. Start up again." She relaxed and felt the pee streaming out.
"Stop," he said as soon as he heard the spisssss of her flow. This time she was ready and pulled in the muscles hard.
"That was a bit better. Go." And on she went starting and stopping until she was drained.
"From now on, whenever you pee, you will start and stop five times. That will exercise the muscles we have been speaking about, and you will begin to isolate them. I will have more serious exercises for you to start in a few days. Do you have any questions?"
"I don't think so, Sir."
"And Rebecca..."
"Yes, Sir?"
"I know these exercises will make your little cunt horny. But you don't have permission to cum."
"It will not be a problem, Sir," she answered a little too hastily.
"See that is isn't."
After he left, she made the arrangements with her secretary to move a couple of appointments on Wednesday morning.
Tuesday morning, she awoke and started and stopped five times as her new instructions dictated. Then she went down to exercise and found another box like the one the previous week. Inside was a slightly longer and wider pecker gag. She took it out and it took 10 minutes before she could get it in without gagging on it. Then she cautiously did her exercises with it strapped to her head, the end jutting into her throat slightly and causing her to breath more heavily than usual. Her throat was dry and scratchy when she finished and was able to take the offending article out. The water from her water bottle felt good and she sighed thinking how complicated her once simple life had become.
The day went smoothly. By the end of it, she was feeling the kegels she did every time she took a piss. She went upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed. He had extended his control into almost every aspect of her life, and she resented it with every fiber in her being. She could have just given her body to him without much in the way of regret. But the constant tingling in her clit reminded her that he had wormed his way into her mind and she shuttered as she realized she was losing control of herself. She wondered if it was possible to have the kind of orgasms he gave her, no, forced upon her, in any other way. Was it that she was encountering new sexual experiences like a teenage girl, or was it something else, something totally different, something he understood about her that she didn't understand about herself? She constantly marveled at his command of himself and everyone around him, even as she wished his command over her wasn't so powerful and complete. She knew he wasn't the sort of man who would look kindly at a woman whining about him wanting sex too often, or complaining about the way he dressed, or the hours he kept.
She did know that she felt stimulated and her mind was drawn to him every time she did something he had commanded her to do. And the fact that he had expressly forbidden her masturbation privileges, something she never thought about normally, made her think of it all the more. She undressed, and naked lay on the bed. She ran her hands over her breasts and found the nipples ultra sensitive. She debated whether or not she should chance it, and turned red at the thought that he might know and call her again, interrupting a perfectly good finger fuck. She moaned as she rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She was so close to an orgasm and hadn't even touched her clit. Reluctantly, she dragged her hands away, turned out the light, rolled over, and tried to sleep.
