Rebecca looked at herself in the mirror and didn't even know the woman who returned her stare. The nipple studs oozed eroticism, but the padlocks bespoke something smoldering underneath. Her breasts were mottled black and blue and she felt the remnants of Maria's discipline when they so much as swayed.
She breakfasted with the boys in her robe, then dressed to meet her husband. She wanted to look attractive but had to wear a couple of layers of clothing so she wouldn't be too obvious since wearing a bra was out of the question. She sighed, wishing the nipple studs didn't show against her bandeau so. The boys were excited to see their father. She had mixed feelings though, and a shiver went down her spine. A sense of foreboding, which had nagged at the back of her mind, now surfaced as the time to leave approached.
Then they were at the airport and she and the boys were smiling and waving at John as he appeared. He hugged her and the boys and they headed for home after retrieving his luggage. Everyone had something to say as they sat to a late lunch prepared by Maria, and John spent time afterwards in the boys' rooms catching up with what he had missed. Rebecca's mind was filled with thoughts of the past couple of weeks and the sea change it had meant for her. She had a hard time remembering what she had been before that time. She held off as long as possible then went to find relief from Maria. The maid seemed a little pissed at having to do it, but held the glass as Rebecca, humiliation washing over her, began to pee.
"Stop," the command startled Rebecca out of her reverie. She struggled to comply, knowing that her maid was only following orders, like she was. But it still galled her, nonetheless.
"Piss poor muscle control today, I see," she smiled at her own joke. "I'll have to make a note for Mr. Kyle."
Rebecca ground her teeth in anger, but didn't dare let it show. Maria made her start and stop 10 times to "work the underused sex muscles", as she called them.
The family spent the evening together. John regaled them with stories of his travels. His wife didn't have much to tell about their weeks apart, although she had taken quite a journey all her own. The boys were excited about the end of the school year. Their talk about school brought back memories of her sons' schoolmates she had met in the park. She shivered at the thought, and hoped Maria was right when she said they would keep quiet about their adventures with her. It wasn't like teenagers to keep something like that to themselves. She couldn't imagine what would happen if word of it got out among the school community. But the whole incident was so bizarre, even in retrospect, she didn't think anyone would believe it without Maria's confirmation. Maria. There was another puzzle. She couldn't understand the change in her behavior from the maid she had once known.
That night, Rebecca changed in the bathroom and came to bed wearing a long flannel nightgown. She had put adhesive tape over the studs in her nipples to cover them up and moved carefully so the padlocks wouldn't click together. John had already stripped and frowned from the bed as he saw her. He reached for her as she slipped under the covers, and slid inside his reach as he tried to caress a breast.
"It's that time of the month, sorry," she told him. "I know it's been a long time for this but it will have to wait." The lie came easier than she thought it would. She had gotten good at excuses and after all, this mess was a result of him trying to avoid paying taxes. "It's so good to have you home again, hon." She kissed him and rolled over to go to sleep. John's day had started very early in Europe, but he lay awake for a while, puzzling at the lack of his usual reception, before finally dozing off.
The morning found Rebecca up early. She hesitated, deciding whether she could take the humiliation, then went in search of Maria, did her daily exercises, and ate breakfast. She pulled clothes from her walk-in closet and went into the bathroom to shower, locking the door. There she examined her sore breasts as the water cascaded over her and decided it would be days yet before the telltale signs of her beating were gone. She shivered as she remembered it, and knew she would do anything rather than go through that agony again. A few minutes later, John tried the door, and finding it locked, knocked on it. She heard him, but ignored his knocking. Minutes later she emerged, dried and semi-dressed to find him sitting on the bed.
"You have never locked the door before," he frowned. "What gives?"
"I...I started doing it when you were gone. Maria came in with towels unexpectedly one day and I didn't like my privacy invaded," she lied. "What do you have on for today," she said changing the subject. "Contacts to make here in the U.S. mostly." She finished dressing and put on her face for the day as he talked.
"Your new look suits you," her secretary said as she came into the office. "The guys around the company have all commented on it."
"Oh?" She stiffened.
"And, if you don't mind me saying it, you seem somehow happier."
She relaxed, "Thank you, Mrs. Davis".
Rebecca's morning went well in spite of the discomfort of sitting on the bigger butt plug. She felt confident again in her own territory. After what she had faced, she could handle anything. It was almost as though she was finally at ease with who and what she really was. Her secretary came in and reminded her that she had an appointment to meet with Betty in the afternoon. Rebecca frowned, then she remembered it was Monday and this was her weekly waxing appointment. How her secretary knew she had this meeting was beyond her, but she decided not to ask.
After a few phone calls and e-mails, she had a meeting with a couple of her executives. Her vice President, Peter, glanced at her appreciatively when he entered her office. She had already seated herself on the chair so she would be following Rule #2 without being obvious when she sat down. As he bent down to shake her hand, she saw his gaze lower to her bra less breast. She looked down following his eyes, and saw the front of her blazer had sagged open. Her right nipple was pushing against the blouse material, and, of course, standing at attention.
"Wow," he stopped and checked himself, his eyes wide, "you look very nice today." She blushed at the thought of what he must be thinking. He noticed her short skirt and parted legs and took a seat on the couch directly opposite her. She had always seemed so professional there at the office, but he noticed she only tried to turn her legs a little to the left instead of closing them as he smiled across at her. Maybe she wasn't the cold bitch everyone took her for.
They were soon joined by the head of Marketing, Jim Thomas who she remembered from her show at the strip club. He also sat opposite on the couch, but didn't have a good a view as Peter did. The head of sales, Ed Jones, was last. He shook hands with her and smiled the broad salesman smile. She kept her shoulders back to tighten the blazer across the front as he looked down. He sat in the chair to her left, and she shifted her legs back to the right between the chair and the couch. Their appreciative stare made her blush, but she was pretty sure they wouldn't be able to see all the way up her legs. She pulled herself together and was again in command as the meeting shifted to details of her new initiatives.
She worked through lunch and 20 minutes before her appointment, left the office and went straight to the beauty shop. There she was taken in the room where she stripped, had the butt plug and locks removed and the wax was applied. The hair removal wasn't very painful now that there was almost nothing to take off but she definitely had sore spots there from Maria.
"Your lips are very puffy. You haven't been diddling yourself, have you?" asked Betty.
Rebecca could feel the color rise in her chest at the humiliating question. She wanted desperately to ignore the unwanted question, but smiled and said, "No, Dear." Afterward, the lotion felt good, too good perhaps, as it was rubbed in and her lips pulled together as the locks were reapplied. Her usual butt plug replaced the bigger one and as it beeped, she was thankful for some slight bit of comfort.
Back at the office, she hiked up her skirt before sitting down as was HIS rule, and went to work with her legs apart. It proved harder to concentrate in the afternoon. She called home and told Maria she would be working late. She did not want to have to face John yet and sat and thought about her "new" life. She had struggled against it, but now, the word "Master" took on a whole different meaning than any she had ever imagined, and made her instantly wet. "My God, what will become of me?" she asked herself.
The next days flew by. She avoided contact with John as much as possible and found excuses to go to bed late. This was difficult as John generally went to bed late, and got up similarly. After the first morning, she showered in the downstairs bathroom after exercising. Rebecca had not heard from Kyle in days and realized she was on edge from it since she jumped whenever the phone rang. The excitement though was still there every time she did something that reflected an order he had given her. His presence permeated her day and it was as though he was a part of every action.
John, on the other hand, found all this very frustrating. He and his wife had grown apart the past few years, even he had to admit that. He had numerous women waiting in his various ports of call as he traveled, and found the variety and spontaneity to be exciting. But he also valued his family and deep down still loved his wife. He knew their sex life had petered off with his traveling, but sex before he left or when he returned was always a part of their marital ritual. He had tried a couple of time to initiate sex, but been rebuffed each time.
Thursday afternoon her secretary buzzed her that she had a call from Mr. Laughlin.
"Hello, Sir."
"Hello, Slut. Are you behaving yourself?"
"Yes, Master."
"You will come here this evening."
