Part III (Saturday)
Rebecca Dunbar awoke early on Saturday morning. She did this without the alarm being set; it was just her routine and she didn't change it just because it was the weekend. She donned exercise attire and went downstairs. Upon entering the home gym, she saw a box sitting on the table. She went in search of Maria and found her in the laundry room.
"What's with the box in the gym?" she asked.
"It arrived yesterday with instructions to put it there. The deliveryman said you'd be expecting it."
She returned to the exercise room and opened the box. Inside was a note explaining that she was to wear the enclosed item while exercising, a minimum of half an hour a day. She pulled out the wrapped item and opened it. She turned it around and around. It was a strap with a leather phallus attached. She thought at first he was going to make her wear a dildo, but a card on the plastic wrap showed a picture of a girl with the strap around her head and the wide end where the phallus attached was at her mouth. This was too much. He had disrupted her life when he was with her, and the butt plug made her conscious of him even when he wasn't.
She made a decision, put it back in the box and started her routine. Maria knocked and entered a few minutes later with the phone and handed it to Rebecca who was pedaling the stationary bike.
"You have chosen to ignore me," the voice said when she picked up the phone.
"No, sir," she hastily replied. "I was just about to start my exercises," she lied, "and had just opened the box. Was it from you?"
The line went dead. Damn him, she thought as she handed the phone back to Maria and thanking her for bringing it. After her housekeeper had left, she went back to the box and retrieved the fake cock. The package called it a pecker gag. The leather made her mouth bulge as she inserted it. She pushed slowly until it hit the back of her mouth and she gagged. She looked and realized she still had a little farther to go past that point. She put it in again until it reached the gagging point. Then with a will she relaxed her mouth and throat muscles and pushed just a little. No gagging. Just a little more. She pushed the last little way and gagged again. The offending article was rejected as she hacked and coughed. She wanted to cry but refused to let herself. She sat down so she could concentrate. In again, she tilted her head up for easier entry, muscles forced to relax, and the last little push was made without gagging. She swallowed around it and found it quite uncomfortable. She thought about not buckling it, but he seemed to anticipate her every move, so she buckled it behind her head. It wasn't long enough to block her breathing but breathing through her mouth was out of the question.
Rebecca slowly and carefully moved back to the exercise bike and mounted. The rest of her exercising was done at a measured pace. She couldn't get to the point where she was breathing hard and she didn't want to start gagging around the "Pecker gag" since it was buckled on. By the end, her throat muscles seemed to be relaxed around it and she unbuckled it and took it off. Her mouth was very dry and she took a drink from her water bottle before stowing her new "toy" in the back of the cabinet.
She went up to the master bath where she looked at the clock and took out the butt plug. It felt heavy and she could feel something metal inside the rubber. After a few moments, it gave off a beep. She sat on the toilet and took a shower. It felt funny soaping her hairless pussy, but it was also erotic she agreed reluctantly. She finished and dried before her 30 minutes was up and reinserted the plug, which soon beeped. The entire focus of everything he made her do was aimed at stirring her sexuality. And despite her best efforts to the contrary, her body was betraying her.
She dressed in sloppy clothes for ramming around the house, and spent a while piddling about the home office. The boys came in to say they were going out to an amusement part with Maria. Rebecca usually took them out someplace on Saturday, but she didn't want to go in a skirt without panties, and she didn't know when Kyle would call again. After they left she changed into a bikini that set off her curves and went out back to lay in the sun by the pool.
The phone rang about 2:00 and she went inside to get it.
"Good afternoon," said a familiar voice.
"Good afternoon, Sir."
"Are you spending a pleasant day at home?"
"Yes, thank you Sir." The small talk was getting on her nerves. She been expecting his call all day and wanted to at least know what he had planned for her.
"Come to my house tonight at 8:00."
"Yes, Sir."
"And Rebecca?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Bring a mouthful of cum."
The line went dead before she could respond. Why was he doing this to her? She saw red for a minute, the phone still at her ear. Her fingers clutched at the receiver, wanting to scream at the top of her voice. He was arrogant, barbaric, with no thought for her wellbeing. He disregarded every convention of civilized society. Then, without making a conscious decision, her brain started working to figure out how she could accomplish this task. It is 2:00 now. She would have to find someplace with men in it early. It would be light at 7:30, so it would be hard to find a place outside. The next few hours should have been peaceful ones at home, but he had disrupted her life again as she considered the problems she would face this evening and their potential solutions.
At 6:00 she dressed in her shortest and tightest skirt, which covered the obligatory garters and stockings. She chose a push-up bra and tight, low-cut sweater to accentuate her curves. Her hair, she let down and left a bit wild. Then she finished off by adding bright red lipstick and her highest heels. Who is this woman, she asked herself when she looked in the mirror?
At 6:30 she left the house. Maria's raised eyebrows were her unspoken comment. Rebecca drove to a middle-class bar and grille and parked. The bar wasn't very crowded and she ordered a drink and looked around. There were only a couple of possibilities she thought as she eyed a balding middle age man alone at a table and a man about mid-twenties in a suit at the end of the bar. She had to play this out; it couldn't happen too soon. She looked at her watch, 6:50. She took a sip. Other people came in. A group of guys celebrating after a game of some sort sat in the corner, and a couple took a table. She was jarred with the realization that she hadn't been sitting properly. She looked around as though he could be there spying on her and slid off the stool. Try as she might, she couldn't get on the stool with the back of her skirt up, not without lifting the whole damn thing to her waist anyway. So she just stood and sipped.
7:00, time seemed to stand still. When no one else came in, she decided to strike up a conversation with the hunk in the suit and see if something could develop. As she made her move an attractive redhead entered the bar and joined him. Strike one at 7:10.
When no one else had entered 5 minutes later, she went over and asked if she could sit at the table with the middle age man. He indicated a vacant chair and she sat down. He wasn't particularly attractive, with a middle that kept him at arms length from the table. Now what, she wondered? They introduced themselves. Would he like to buy her another drink? He would, and went to the bar as she downed the rest of hers. By the time he returned with the drinks it was after 7:25 and she knew she had to make her move. She took a good swallow of the fresh one to steady her nerves and reached out and put a hand on his arm.
"Maybe we could go somewhere," she started.
"Where?"
"Someplace where we could be alone," she tried to speak seductively but it didn't come off.
"Are you a hooker or something?" he asked.
She blushed at the insinuation and took a drink to calm her nerves. "No, just looking for a good time."
"I've never seen you in here before," he wasn't too sure. She was definitely a cut or two above anyone who would look at him. "Are you a cop?"
