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.
Wednesday promised to be another beautiful day. As the sun shone through the bedroom windows, Rebecca roused from a restless night and remembered that she was to be pierced that morning. She peed five times, counting starts and stops, put her hair in a ponytail, donned sweats and went downstairs to call John. After the third attempt, she gave up and did her exercises after finally getting the new penis gag in place. There was no rush this morning since she was going to have her piercings done at 10:00 and wasn't due into the office 'til after lunch. She spent time with the boys, gave them both hugs, and Maria loaded them in the car for school. Then she relaxed on the couch with a second cup of coffee and read the paper.
It was some time later that a deep male voice startled her from her concentration. "Good morning, Rebecca."
The paper slipped from her grasp. Right behind him was Maria who said, "I'm sorry, he just burst past me when I opened the door. Do you want me to call the police?"
"It is fine, Maria," she said as he sat in a chair opposite her.
"Sit down, Maria," he indicated another couch on a third wall. She looked at her employer who nodded her ascent.
Maria crossed in front of him and sat down. He studied her. She was in her mid-twenties with dark features and a nice figure accentuated by the dress she wore. Her lips were full and sensual, the heritage of Spanish Peninsulares many centuries ago. They had also given her finely chiseled features, and a desire to display a nicely tanned cleavage.
"Rebecca, assume position #1," he said without taking his gaze off the maid.
She glared at him shaking her head. "You have gone too far. This is my home. You will have to leave now," she said enunciating each word with fire in her eyes. She made to rise, but his eyes held hers and she sank back into the couch.
"Maria, leave us," he ordered.
"Do you want me to call the police?" she asked her employer.
"Yes," he smiled, "that would be just the thing to do."
Rebecca shook her head; "No, not the police. Just do as he says," she was shaking as Maria left the room.
Kyle pulled out a DVD and popped it into the player. The screen came alive with a court scene. A couple was being sentenced for IRS fraud by a panel of three judges. The next scene showed Rebecca sitting in his office. She watched as she asked him to accept a $6 million bribe to forget their IRS indiscretion. Then it jumped to the restaurant and showed her rushing to the table with her red bra in hand for him, and pulling up her skirt with a brief flash of bare torso when sitting down. Then she was in the Board Room receiving a spanking.... Her mind went numb.
"You can imagine where this could be sent. Do you want to see the rest?" he asked, a deadly calm in his voice as the TV screen showed her with skirt held high, kneeling and taking him into her mouth in the board room.
Tears were in her eyes as she watched herself putting on the red wig in the bedroom while preparing for the strip club act and shook her head no. "I can't involve Maria, I just can't. It would be too embarrassing and she might say something to John. If he finds out, my marriage will be over. You have taken over every other part of my life. Please, I need to keep this part my own."
"You might want to watch some of your act," he said shutting off the DVD player, "it was really something. It all comes back to the choices you want to make and the consequences of those choices. You will either obey me or not. It is as simple as that."
No, it is not simple at all, she thought. "I have obeyed demands that have embarrassed and humiliated me. I have tried so hard to please you. But it is never enough. You have taken my life away now as though it were nothing." She felt the tears welling up in spite of her resolve not to cry.
"And given you something you didn't have before."
