4 comments/ 31072 views/ 2 favorites The Awakening of Rebecca By: Hercules_unleashed It had begun in the Supermarket. Chris, as usual, had been people watching over a cup of coffee. Being his own boss and relatively wealthy, both work and the media being anathema to him he found a little excitement in his otherwise mundane life by watching other people, looking for signs of intelligence and in particular, loneliness. He would sit there pretending to read the newspaper or a magazine bought specifically for the purpose, if anyone had asked him just what he was reading about he would have had no idea. In reality, he would be listening to the conversations of other people. In his early thirties, wealthy by any standards, single and so very bored, he found his excitement in listening, and his chosen place was the Supermarket, warm, dry and coffee on tap. For some time now he had been listening to one particular person, someone who had caught his eye, ear and imagination. He had found her to be bright, intelligent, smartly dressed and strangely out of place amongst the flood of shoppers who almost always moaned and groaned about their respective problems. Over the weeks, he had listened to her a lot, and had compassion for her situation. Chris had learned that her name was Rebecca; he knew her address, knew that she was married, had two young children in school and lived in a quite substantial house. More importantly, he had discovered that her sex life was boring, limited to a wham, bam thank you ma'am every Sunday morning, routine and dull. He learned that she believed that there had to be more to sex than that and wished that she could explore her needs and desires. He learned that Rebecca masturbated regularly fantasising over many things, but most of all he had learned her secret and innermost desires, the ones that she dearly wanted to fulfil but felt guilty about for even having them. She had become stuck in a routine, and an unhappy marriage, she was there for the kids only. He had followed her home one day, overtaking her and parking a little way up the lane, out of sight, but where he was able to view her and had seen her arguing with her husband on the doorstep. He had to eventually admit to himself that he was drawn to her; there was something about her that made him fantasise over her and her needs in the same way that she did, but Rebecca didn't even know he existed. Today was Friday and Chris had taken up his usual station in the Supermarket café waiting for her to join him. Well not exactly join him, but to sit down at the same table that she went to every Friday. She was as regular as the clock in her routine, 9am drop the kids at school, 9:30 pick up Jenny, and 9:45 start shopping and at 11:00 time for morning coffee. Always the same seat, always the same order. He could see her now, in animated conversation with her friend and confidante Jenny as they walked up and down the various aisles. She wore tight fitting white jeans today that showed off her nicely rounded ass, complimented by a white blouse tucked into her waistband that emphasised her ample breasts, he guessed her to be around a 36B, maybe a little bigger. It made him wonder what she would look like naked. He made no secret of it to himself, but over the weeks of watching her, he had grown to think of her as his, and desperately wanted to make it so. She was vulnerable right now and he felt that with the right tactics he could whisk her off her feet. Chris thought that she would be a little older than he, around the thirty-five to forty mark he guessed; her figure was in great shape and she had legs that went straight up to her armpits. He loved her brown eyes, deep and mysterious, eyes that a man could easily drown in. Shoulder length wavy hair that he believed to be natural and a fringe that was always just that little bit too long. Sometimes it irritated him and he wanted to sweep it away from her eyes. He drifted then to thoughts of her in the bedroom. There was something different about her today, she seemed animated, there was a spring in her step, she was smiling too, and once or twice he heard her laughing, not the usual forced laugh, but carefree and happy, her face lit up, she was positively radiant. The shopping was completed more quickly also and it wasn't long before she was sitting at her usual table with her back to him. It was in this position that he could hear every word that she uttered. The girls collected their coffee and sat down. It was good that they always sat in the same place; Jenny always had to sit where she could see all those who came and went. Rebecca was really buzzing today and Chris was about to find out why. "Jenny, I have the most marvellous news, you'll never believe this, but I have the whole weekend to myself, Mike has gone away on business and the kids are being picked up from school by the grandparents." Jenny knew only too well how much Rebecca needed a break, but thought that she needed longer than a weekend, still, it was a start. "What will you do Becca?" "Well the first thing is to go straight home and have a long hot soak in the bath with lot's of bubbles and a nice bottle of wine. Get a little sozzled maybe, and fall asleep naked on the bed. Tonight I'll have a night in with the video of my choice for a change., thought that I might get that Emmanuelle film and watch something that just might turn me on more than Mike does." Her words tailed off at this point, obviously thinking of what she might be doing later. One thing was sure, she wouldn't be asking the audience, but she might be phoning a friend and going 50/50, there was this guy whom she had in mind, a little younger than her but he dressed well and expensively, she wondered if he might be available. She was almost certain that he would be. 'Maybe tomorrow,' she thought, 'this is my night and I am going to be pig lazy with it, I'll decide about tomorrow when it comes.' Jenny smiled, perhaps a little envious of the complete freedom that her best friend would be having, but in her heart she wanted Rebecca to have this time to herself, married to that pig of a husband of hers, she knew that she deserved it. "So you're spending the whole weekend alone then!" "Yep, I'm so fed up being dogsbody to my kids and having to put up with Mike yelling at me all the time. The only time he's ever nice to me is on a Sunday morning, and you know why that is. As soon as it's over for him I am left frustrated and then he starts with the yelling all over again. He gets out of bed to go for a shower and I have to finish the job myself." "So for once Jenny, I am going to be totally alone, do what I want to do and when I want to do it, I am even going to take the phone off the hook and pretend I am on a desert island. That is to say a desert island with a fridge and a good supply of wine anyway." They broke into fits of giggles and Chris almost gave himself away, the smile on his face needed to be seen to be believed, but he began to formulate a plan. Rebecca was going to be alone for the entire weekend; that is until some time on Sunday when her husband and the kids came back. Jenny, the one person who she would be most likely to contact would not be expecting to hear from her. Ideas flashed through his mind, ideas that she had put there when he had been eavesdropping on her conversations with Jenny. Leaving his half-drunk coffee, he hastened to the car park, his destination, somewhere near Rebecca's home. As he got up to leave Rebecca smiled secretly to herself. She lived in a very big detached house that was quite isolated and backed onto a large wooded area. It was ideal for what he had in mind, and Rebecca was going to have many of her dreams come true. Parking his car on the opposite side of the woods about a quarter mile away, he trekked through to the back of her garden. Quickly he checked her nearest neighbours to see if anyone was home, and slipped over the fence. A side window left open made it simple for someone of his fitness and agility to gain entry. Chris had often wondered about the inside of the house, but it was a far cry from what he had expected; neat and tidy; it had an ordered clutter, with photographs, ornaments and pot plants on every flat surface that would support them. Touching nothing, he wandered the downstairs rooms getting a feel for the place. There were four bedrooms, one obviously an office, two were the kids bedrooms decorated in bright vibrant colours, and he found that two bathrooms separated all rooms from the main bedroom. The final bedroom was very different, en suite, fitted wardrobes along one wall, every other door louvered or mirrored, plush drapes, a carpet that he sank into up to his ankles and a wonderful four-poster bed swathed in a white muslin. He started opening the wardrobe doors, found his and then hers. His excitement grew as he felt the fabric of her clothes and could detect her fragrance upon them. The sound of a car in the gravel drive warned him that Rebecca had returned from her shopping trip. Carefully he closed her wardrobe door, and opening the door of the other wardrobe, Chris stepped inside. The louvered slats meant that he could watch what was occurring both in the bedroom and the bathroom without being observed himself, so he settled himself to wait. Rebecca carried her bags into the kitchen where she dumped them on the work surface. After putting away the frozen food she ran upstairs to the bathroom, setting the automatic filler at her chosen temperature, knowing that she could now finish the unpacking of the groceries without it running over. Hearing the chink of glass on glass as she came upstairs, Chris knew that she was as good as her plans and meant to lie in the bath with a glass of wine. Hearing a match striking he realised that she was lighting a few of the candles he had seen in the bathroom, the scent of jasmine wafting through into the bedroom. From the wardrobe he could see clearly into the bathroom and realised that at no time would she be out of his sight. Returning to the bedroom she pulled out the phone plug and turned on the CD player; Chris liked her choice of music, soft and sensual, befitting the mood. She kicked off her shoes and started unbuttoning her blouse, he felt himself go hot with anticipation at this impromptu striptease. He wanted to move position but knew that if he did it would all be over. Therefore he continued watching, unable to take his eyes from her. It was almost as though Rebecca knew he was there, she chose to undress very slowly, in time with the music, slipping the blouse from her shoulders she whirled it around her head a couple of times before tossing it towards the dirty linen basket. The removal of her top had shown him that she wore a half-cup bra and that her breasts were indeed magnificent. Still in time with the music and now swaying, she unzipped her tight jeans, unsnapping the button at the waist. Hooking her thumbs over the top, she slowly worked them over her hips and down her thighs until able to step out of them. Chris had not been wrong, she had a beautiful figure and revealed that she wore a thong and not panties. With her back to him she showed beautiful rounded cheeks that he would have loved to have been able to get his hands on, but knew that he had to bide his time. Standing in front of the mirror, she admired herself, running her hands lightly over her body, caressing her breasts through the bra, and her flat stomach, allowing her soft hands to caress her thighs and the cheeks of her ass. Watching her Chris felt his one-eyed snake uncoiling; he wanted her now more than ever. She smiled at herself in the mirror and then crossed the room to close the drapes. The room was then flooded with the soft glow from the lit candles. The sensuous swaying continued, she was being turned on as she caressed herself, she so wanted to continue, and did just that. Slipping the straps from her bra one at a time, her nipples came into view, Chris could see from his vantage point that they were large and now quite erect. Pushing her chest forward Rebecca reached around behind to unclip the bra, removing it she sent it the same way as her blouse. Cupping both breasts in her hands, she rolled her nipples between forefingers and thumbs, pulling and stretching them. He now realised that she was turned on and that he was about to witness her masturbating. Rebecca pushed one hand down inside her thong until it came to rest on her pussy, applying gentle pressure her finger slipped easily in between her lips; she moaned softly and began to rub her now swelling clit; but she wanted more. Taking her hand away again she quickly shed the thong and looking in the mirror, parted her pussy lips to show how wet she had become. With great difficulty, Chris stifled a groan, here was a beautiful woman, very turned on, badly needing a good man with a good rod and she didn't know that he was only a few feet away. His penis trapped in its cloth prison was hurting, and he started slowly easing down the zip to give it freedom, gently stroking it. Rebecca in the meantime had decided that enough was enough, made her way to the bathroom where she busied herself shaving before sliding into the hot and comforting water. He watched her as she sipped her wine and then washed herself, her composure recovered, and his. Chris leaned against the back of the wardrobe to support himself, ensuring that he did not disturb the clothes hangers and cause any noise. His turn would come; he was thinking, quietly putting his cock away and zipping up. He heard the clink of glass on glass and knew that she was pouring herself some more wine. It seemed ages since he had ensconced himself here, and his limbs were beginning to ache. It was then that he realised that Rebecca was returning from the bathroom, wrapped in a bright red bath sheet, her skin glowing from the caress of the hot water. He watched her as she carefully dried herself and put the towel aside. Busying herself for a couple of minutes, she brought the scented candles from the bathroom and into the bedroom, and then lay down naked on the bed. Her feet rested on the pillow, and her head was at the foot of the bed; she lay like that for a while, and soon Chris discovered that she had fallen asleep in this position. The gentle rhythmic rise and fall of those magnificent breasts told him so. Steeling himself to wait a little while longer to be doubly sure, he grabbed a handful of ties from her husband's rack and gently opened the door. Rebecca had not moved as much as an eyelid. Although he wanted her desperately, he wanted her to want him too. Looping one of the ties, he gently put it around her wrist, and stretching the arm out tied it off to one of the bedposts. Going the other side, he did the same with that arm, he wondered how she could sleep so soundly and what she was dreaming. His mind went back to the day that she had told Jenny that she used to have daydreams like this, where a masked man would tie her up and ravish her. Chris also had a cummerbund from the wardrobe, to cover her eyes, but knew that in applying this as a blindfold, would surely awaken her, but decided to go ahead anyway. He sat watching her for a minute or two, she looked so beautiful laying there, her body fresh and clean, nipples still erect from earlier, and perhaps from her dreaming, her pussy, freshly shaved and so soft. In his mind, he could see the wetness that he had witnessed earlier, but dismissed this. As he started to blindfold her with the cummerbund, he nearly died as she spoke to him. "Please don't blindfold me; I want to see what you are doing to me." Chris stammered, "I...I thought you were asleep," he finally got out. "No you silly boy, I have known about you for a long time, I knew that you would be in here somewhere and put on that dance especially for you. However, I must admit that had I been alone, I would have made myself climax." "You knew I was here?" "Yes, I planned it that way, I know that you have been watching me for weeks, it was only a matter of time until you came here, when the right opportunity presented itself. Now here we are, come, sit on the bed with me, tell me all that you are going to do to me, I have had such exciting thoughts of you, and began to fancy you a while back, I found you very exciting." All that I said about Mike was true, the next time he satisfies me in bed will be the first time, and as for the fantasies that you overheard me telling Jenny, well they are also true. Tell me, what is your name? "I am called Chris, Rebecca." "Hello Chris, welcome to my home, but more importantly, welcome to my body, it is yours to do with as you wish, all I ask is that you make me feel like a woman, we have forty-eight hours. Now, I am naked and my hands are tied, I would be grateful if you would also get naked and finish tying me, then you can tell me all the wonderful things you are going to do to me this weekend." Chris could not believe what he was hearing, all the while, he had believed that he was the one in control, but she had been manipulating him to get what she wanted. He understood now why she always sat in the same place, with her back to him, he realised that the window had been left open deliberately, but one stark fact remained, she wanted him in any way that he saw fit. Moving a chair close to the bed he quietly started talking to her, explaining what BDSM is and how that in these circles he was known as a Master, and that from this day on she was to call him Master, and that she would be his submissive. His voice was a little above a whisper; she had to strain to hear him. At this stage, he did not touch her, and stayed just at the point where he was guaranteed her attention. He told her that he would caress her, stroke her, kiss and cuddle her, would take her to heights that she had never known, that he would pleasure her until she begged him to stop. That all she had to do was ask. He understood now that the things she wanted him to do, were those that she had told Jenny about, and that they had been said for his benefit; she had been pointing him in the right direction. Continuing in the soft low voice he told her of all the wonderful things that he wanted to do to her body, he explained the pain/pleasure theory, noticing that she lay perfectly still, listening. He wondered just what was going through her mind, he looked for signs that she comprehended all that he was saying, but she gave nothing away. Leaning forward he whispered in her ear, "Well Rebecca, what do you want me to do?" For a moment she seemed to deliberate, he could see the artery pulsing in her neck, he knew she was afraid of some of it, but she wanted this so badly, she just hadn't realised that her plans would have such far reaching depths to them. "Do it Master," she finally said, "make me live." "Very well, we must first establish that you are indeed a submissive and my submissive alone. I am going to untie you now, I expect you to come to me naked, on your knees and show me deference, you will untie my shoes, remove my socks and then kiss my feet. Are you prepared to do this for your Master?" "As you command Master, so your will shall be done. Master I do not wish to speak out of turn, but this is all new to me and I will need to learn on the hoof, so to speak, will you be patient with me?" "Yes of course my little one, I shall help you and guide you every step of the way." "When my husband is at work, you can come to me any weekday Master, I will always be ready for you, but I do have to take the children to school and bring them back, and I don't know how I can contact you if one of them is sick. Do you perhaps have a mobile phone?" "Yes, I shall give you the number before I take my leave, but I prefer not to call you at home. You on the other hand may call me any time you wish." The Awakening of Rebecca "Thank you Master," she replied. "Now Rebecca," he said, moving the chair back to its rightful place. I am going to untie you for a moment, and then sit back down. You know what you must do." "As you command Master." Untying her Chris sat down in the most comfortable chair. Rebecca came to him, settling on her haunches, and lifted one foot so that it rested on her naked thigh. Swiftly she removed the shoe and sock and bending, kissed his foot most reverently before doing the same with the other. "Now Rebecca you may undress me, I will be as naked as you." "Master," she said, slipping into the submissive role as though she had been born to it. Returning to the wardrobe from where he had stood for so long, Chris bent down and took out a sports bag that he put beside the bed. Rebecca looked at it with curiosity but said nothing. From the bag, that contained all that Chris needed, he took out three lengths of rope, and four leather wrist and ankle restraints. He asked Rebecca to stand at the foot of the bed facing the head. She complied willingly, knowing that she was going to be tied again, but having no idea what he was going to do. While she was getting into position, he replaced the ties and cummerbund where he had found them in the wardrobe. One at a time, he put the restraints on her, while marvelling at her lovely soft skin, stroking and caressing her bottom and the insides of her delicious thighs, but at this time he did not want to touch her pussy, or her gorgeous nipples. All in good time, once she had been secured he knew that he would caress every part of Rebecca before taking his next step. Linking the two wrist restraints, he then clipped a pair of ropes between them that he tossed to the head of the four-poster. Chris then told her to spread her legs, until she felt the muscles of her inner thighs starting to pull. Rebecca did this gladly with a smile on her face; having long legs, she was able to spread them quite widely. Watching her, Chris became quite turned on again, his love muscle growing; he felt glad that she could not see him, but at the same time, he could see her now swollen pudenda very clearly, and her delectably puckered brown ring. Hurriedly now he tied off her ankles, and climbed onto the bed in front of her. Taking the hanging ropes, he tied them tightly now, stretching her arms. Satisfied that her body was now under stress, he gave her his full attention; standing on the bed in front of her, his now rigid shaft mere millimetres away from her face. "Have you ever sucked your husband Rebecca?" He asked. "Yes Master, but I have never swallowed." "There is a first time for everything my little one, and your time has now arrived. Please don't say no, I would hate to have to force you and besides, you will find the taste very pleasant. Unlike most which are salty, mine is quite sweet and palatable." "Master, I want to do it for you and will do so quite willingly, my husband always withdraws before he climaxes, he likes to see it on my breasts. Besides, are you not my Master, am I not here to please only you?" "Good Rebecca, we understand each other well," he smiled at her and bending, kissed her full on her mouth. Rebecca returned the kiss willingly, savouring his taste, and the way that he used his tongue and the way he bit into her bottom lip, which she found most exhilarating. "There is one more thing that I wish to do before we begin," he said, hopping off the bed and diving into his bag. He came out with a set of nipple clamps linked by a chain. Clambering back onto the huge bed, he knelt before her, stroking and caressing her breasts and tweaking the nipples until they were big and hard. They were such lovely nipples, big, very hard and brown in colour; taking one, he clipped the clamp to its base and then did the same to the other. Each clamp being weighted with a two-ounce penis shaped weight and the clamps linked by a chain to enable the installation of additional weights. On occasion he would put a third clamp onto the clit and that also had a weighted chain, which when draped over the breast chain pulled on all three simultaneously, but now was not the time for it. Rebecca groaned as the weights and clamps took effect, and Chris smiled in satisfaction. "Tell me if they are too tight, they are adjustable and I can slacken them off." "No Master, they are satisfactory." She tried to smile, but he could see that it was forced and knew that in a moment her mouth would be filled with his now heavy, swollen rod and that would take her mind off it a bit. Not completely, because as he fucked her mouth the weights would be swinging, and a constant reminder of their presence and his mastery over her. Chris stood, and taking hold of her hair lifted her head in line with his aching, pulsing weapon. "Master," she ventured, your penis is so much bigger than my husbands." He smiled at her and began by rubbing it across her lips; she parted them easily her tongue flicking out to moisten them. Tentatively at first, she began to lick the now purple head, as he held it for her; Chris gently stroked it, and watched as a bead of pre-cum appeared at its tip. Without hesitation, Rebecca licked it off. This time her smile was genuine as she took the complete head into her mouth, her tongue licking all around the head but paying particular attention to the underside that she knew was the most sensitive part. Holding her hair with one hand and caressing her cheek with the other Chris spoke quiet words of encouragement to her as he began to thrust into her mouth. As he withdrew each time, she sucked hard on his length, following his instructions. Deeper and deeper he went into her mouth and was still not all the way in. Rebecca felt that her pussy was also wet although having no way of being able to tell; and she believed that he was as far in as he could go, as he had started to bang against the back of her throat. He continued to talk to her in a low voice, telling her to relax her throat muscles, that she would probably gag, but it would be over in a second, then she would then be able to take the entire length of him. She did as bid, but at first found it difficult to relax until he put sustained pressure there. At last she felt the throat muscle relax and did indeed gag but then he was in. Rebecca realised that in doing this she was pleasing Chris, and felt enormous pride in her new ability. He began to thrust harder, filling her mouth and throat alternately, his breathing had become laboured and she knew he was going to cumm. Feeling the familiar swelling of his cock he put all his effort into it. "Now," he hissed at her, "I'm going to cummmm." With that, she felt his hot juice burst into her throat, and swallowed quickly as he withdrew to allow the rest of his juice to fill her hungry mouth. Chris was so turned on and had wanted her for so long that he had made a substantial amount of cream, filling her mouth as quickly as she could swallow it. Eventually, still in Rebecca's mouth, his rod started to wilt and he pulled it clear. "Lick it clean Rebecca, you belong to me now and my wish is your duty." "Yes Master," she replied, avidly licking his now wilted pole. Chris dropped to his knees and lifting her head by her chin kissed her full on the mouth. "For a first timer, you go to the top of the class with that performance." "Thank you Master, I only wish to please you, I only live to please you." Chris put his hand between her thighs to feel her pussy, fingers sinking easily into her wetness. "You are ready for more my lil one?" he asked of her. "Please Master, my pussy feels a little neglected." Quickly Chris went around untying the ropes and removing the clamps asking how she felt about them. "They were a bit sore at first Master, but I quickly got used to them being there, and forgot them entirely when you were in my throat, my only interest was in pleasing you." "Ah! Am glad that you enjoyed them, you will find that in time and with the use of some glass cups that I have, the nipples will grow larger, more elongated and more sensitive, eventually you will be able to get yourself off just by playing with them." "Wow, Master, is there anything you don't know?" She asked smiling at him. "Oh yes lil one, there is plenty I suspect, I never assume to know all there is to know," he laughed. "Now Rebecca, you are to lie down on the bed on your stomach, I shall put pillows under you to lift your tail in the air. Then I promise you something that I know you will love, although I feel sure that you are not familiar with it at the moment." He instructed her. "As you wish Master, I am yours to command." She replied. Again, Chris tied her wrists and ankles to the posts, spreading her legs wide to show both the very wet pussy and her puckered brown ring. Taking two pillows, he thrust them under her to lift her behind high, and to give absolute use of her well-lubricated love tube. Delving into his bag, he pulled out a double-pronged vibrator, lubricating gel and a further smaller vibrator. Setting them aside for a moment he began to caress her pussy, slipping first one, then two fingers inside her, while manipulating her clit with his thumb. Rebecca was so wet that her juices were literally pouring from her, and his hand was soon covered. Judging that it was about right, he pulled one finger from her pussy, rubbing her back door with it, gradually inserting the finger to the first joint. She squirmed a little, but said nothing, and he stopped pushing as the muscle tightened, waiting for it to relax. It did so surprisingly quickly and he pushed home slowly to the second joint, this time the muscle stayed relaxed, accepting his intrusion. In a little while, he was able to finger both her back door and her pussy simultaneously. Rebecca was moaning and making whimpering sounds in her throat, she had become very turned on. It was then that Chris told her to relax for a brief moment, and picking up the double vibrator, used the gel to lubricate the anal prong, before inserting the instrument into her pussy and anus together. She groaned very loudly as he switched them on to give her double pleasure, before picking up the small vib that he put to work on her clit. "Master," she cried out, "this is wonderful, please don't stop." "I'll not stop for a while, but I want you to say 'now' each time that you orgasm," he told her. "Yes Master, whatever is your wish I will do it," she replied. Chris drove the vib in and out of her two holes with much pleasure as he let the smaller one work on her clit; his hands were covered in her juices that dripped down onto the bed covers. Rebecca had set up a rhythm with the vib's now, jerking up and down on them, her breathing shallow, close to her first orgasm. As the wave of orgasmic pleasure swept through her, she managed to gasp out, 'now.' Pleased that she had remembered, he continued to move the vib in and out of her, but now a little faster. "Yes," she cried out, "Master this is wonderful, I have never known such pleasure, I'm going to orgasm again, now Master," and a second wave somewhat stronger than the first took her off the planet, to send her hurtling into space. "More." she cried out again, "give me more," and as if remembering her place in the scheme of things added, "Please Master." Chris was overjoyed that he could give her such pleasure and knew in his heart that she would be his forever, that now Rebecca had had a taste of real pleasure, she would want more and more. He knew also that he needed to get from her a BDSM fetish activity list; there was so much that he could teach her. While he was thinking this, she was hurtling towards a third orgasm. Crying now with what to her was the absolute extreme of sexual enjoyment, Rebecca was totally unaware of what Chris would be bringing to her in the coming weeks and months. Tears were streaming unchecked from her eyes to soak the sheet, as the third wave hit harder than the other two, leaving her breathless and shaking, as alien feelings ripped her insides apart in their intensity. No longer able to speak just guttural sounds came from deep within, as her mouth opened and closed like a fish, and still Chris did not stop. Harder he pumped and still faster, until with a scream Rebecca went multi-orgasmic, wave after unstoppable wave shooting through her, orgasm on top of orgasm, the next coming before the other had abated, she was convulsing on the bed, unable to speak, her hair saturated and clinging to her scalp. Tears were running from her eyes, her body shaking so much that she looked as though she were having a fit. Her fists clenched so tightly that fingernails cut into her palms, as she thrashed wildly on the bed. Chris removed the vib's and switching them off, put them aside before moving swiftly to untie the ropes and set her free. Climbing onto the bed beside her he took the shaking and now dishevelled Rebecca to him, holding her tightly, stroking her hair and whispering soft comforting words while kissing away her tears. Slowly she came back down again; still sobbing, but the tears were diminishing, and the shaking stopped although tremors still rippled through her like aftershocks. She tried to smile and kiss his hand, but was unable to do either. Chris continued to hold her, stroke her hair and speak words that were soft and comforting. Rebecca had just been through an experience that was totally new to her and would take a bit of getting used to. No man had ever made her feel like this and although she couldn't trust herself to speak yet, her mind was working overtime. Rebecca knew that she needed this man in her life from now on, and wondered what else he could show her. As she calmed down and the tremors subsided she began to relax and her first words were, "Master I am thirsty," Chris laughed, saying that it always happened this way, and jumped off the bed to pour two glasses of wine for them. They then sat on the bed propped up by the pillows; for a while, neither said anything until Rebecca broke the silence saying, "I am so glad that you picked me Master, but it seems that I have much to learn." "Indeed you have my little one, but there is plenty of time, no need to rush everything. One of the things you need to learn is self-control, I think you have patience in abundance, but control is something very different. You have just orgasm'd with a passion that you never realised you had within you. Now you must learn to control your animal urges, there is so much that you need to learn, and as your Master it is my duty to find out what your needs are and bring them out into the open. I will open up a whole new world for you; you are an apt and very willing pupil. I will be glad to call you my subbie. She smiled at him, unsure of what to say but her eyes showed the pleasure that she had just enjoyed and she snuggled closer to him. Chris put one arm around her kissing her tenderly, but that kiss quickly turned passionate, he being unsatisfied and Rebecca still floating on a cloud and wanting more. Almost without realising, he began to caress her lovely full breasts, catching the nipples between his fingers and gently squeezing them, he could feel her trembling as he did this, and she moaned softly against his mouth. "You are beautiful Rebecca," he murmured against her lovely mouth as their tongues began the ritual dance. "I think you have earned a massage now, don't you? A sensual massage, one to get your juices flowing. Lay down on your tummy and spread your legs for me." "Yes Master." She hastened to do his bidding, stretching out and spreading her legs as he once more went into the bag to bring out a bottle of rose scented massage oil. Setting it on the side table, he then went to the bathroom, bringing back a hand towel, and taking one of the pillows slid it under her abdomen to raise her bottom a little higher. "That's it, I want to be able to see you as I massage your legs, you have such a beautiful pussy, I could look at it all day." Rebecca blushed a little, but felt warm through and through as the compliment made her feel so good about herself. 'He knows just the right words to say to me,' she thought, 'I could so easily fall for this man.' She felt the oil, warmed by his hands, being applied to her feet, and marvelled at his touch as he rubbed it into them, not neglecting between the toes. "Oh my god this is luxury, that miserable husband of mine has never paid me such attention, he has never really made love to me either, just uses my pussy as a wanking machine." She sighed as she felt the oil being dripped onto her calves and the gentle but firm hands massaging it in. As he worked on her feet and legs, Chris threw occasional glances toward her pussy, her pudenda were still swollen and he could see that Rebecca was still very much turned on. Gradually he moved from her calves to her thighs, kneading the soft inner flesh; as his fingers came closer and still closer to her mound he could feel its heat, and began to be more turned on himself. Rebecca of course had no idea that his tool had once again become erect, but in due course, she was to find out. Pushing her legs together again, he began to drip oil onto her nicely rounded fleshy cheeks, working it in with his fingertips and his whole hand. As he massaged he would separate them to reveal her lovely brown ring, rubbing his fingers across it and applying slight pressure. Each time he did this she moaned, enjoying the sensations it brought to her. "Master are you going to put your shaft into my backdoor?" she asked. "Not this time Rebecca, I think we'll reserve that pleasure for tomorrow, but I am aware of how horny you are, and how much you are enjoying the attention that your small hole is getting. Don't worry my little one, I'll not leave you wanting, I will satisfy you." He smiled as he said this, and the warmth in his voice was almost palpable. "Oh Master, I have never felt this good, you have made me feel like a woman and so very wanted, I want this to never end, but I know that tomorrow it must, I just want to get as much in as possible." "I know sweet Rebecca, but as I said earlier, you need to learn patience." As he said this Chris inserted his finger into her back door and she sighed so deeply that it was almost a groan. Slowly and gently, almost casually he worked his finger in and out, twisting it and turning it, stretching it ever so slowly, the massage oil acting as a lubricant. "Do you like that Rebecca?" He asked of her. "Yes Master, it is very nice, another first for me; and you are so gentle, I thought it would hurt me." Chris removed his finger and moved higher up, now sitting astride her thighs. Dribbling the oil the length of her spine he began to work it from top to bottom using his knuckles, fingertips and full hands; she sighed audibly, enjoying the feel of his ministrations, he was good, very good and knew exactly how and where to apply the appropriate pressure. Fully relaxed she could feel the hardness of him as it slid up and down between the cheeks of her bottom, all the while rubbing across her back door. 'Yes, she thought, 'that feels so good, but I wish you would fill my behind with it, I miss the feel of your finger in there, and I have never had anal sex in my life.' Fully aware of what her thoughts would be, he carried on with the massage ensuring that Rebecca would be fully relaxed before he turned her over. Getting off her now, he declared that her back was finished, and picking up a towel began to gently mop up any surplus oil. "Right," he said commandingly, "turn over." She immediately did as bid and smiled to herself as his very erect cock with its angry looking purple head came into her view. Licking her lips Rebecca asked what was next, and with a smile, he told her that now the front must be massaged, but before he made a start, she could stroke his throbbing cock for a short while. The Awakening of Rebecca "Oh Chris, yes please, thank you so much for allowing me to caress your beautiful tool," she said in a low voice as her fingers curled so gently around it. Slowly and carefully, she used just one hand to move up and down his length, and with the other, she gently massaged the sac hanging just below. "May I kiss it Master?" She asked in a soft voice. "Not at this time Rebecca, be satisfied with just stroking it for now." He loved the feel of her hands on him; she was so soft and so gentle. "You have done this for your husband haven't you," he said to her. "Yes Master, I have to do it when my period comes, I get so very hot when I do it for him, but he won't do it for me, after he has climaxed all over my hands I go for a shower, and get myself off under the running water. Master I have a little confession to make and you may think me kinky, may I tell it to you please?" "Yes of course, there should not be any secrets between a Master and his subbie." "Well it's just that when I make myself climax in the shower I have this unbelievable urge to pee afterwards, and I just have to let it go. I thought of this as being kinky, but I have heard that there are people who do this a lot and in many different ways. Is it true Master? Are you going to beat me on the backside for being a little naughty when I shower?" "Firstly Rebecca, it is a perfectly natural thing to do, many people pee in the shower, and in the bath. It is not kinky. Yes, there are groups of people who indulge in peeing, and I am one of them, but we will discuss that another time, and no, I am not going to beat you for it." "Thank you Master, I just wanted you to know how I feel about it." "Lay back again now my little one; it is time to finish the massage." Chris's cock was throbbing now from her stroking and her confession about peeing, and he knew that if he didn't stop he would climax all over her hand, just like her husband. As she lay back and parted her thighs, he could see the juices beginning to trickle from her pussy. Rebecca was very hot now, so putting aside the massage oil he hurriedly moved up between her legs to her swollen pudenda, and lifting her hips, slid easily into her hungry well of life. As he massaged her breasts he speared her relentlessly, moving in and out of her sopping wet pussy but this was not how he wanted to climax, and quickly moved on. "Kneel Rebecca," he commanded; there was urgency in his voice. "I'm going to take you from behind." She smiled again, her husband had never taken her doggy fashion, and she had missed that, both her lovers before she had met him did it often and the depth of penetration drove her wild. Eagerly she knelt, spreading her knees wide apart; she knew that the further he could get under her, the deeper he would be able to penetrate. 'He is so much bigger and thicker than my husband, this is great, his beautiful shaft fills me so well, I love it,' she thought. "Don't stop Master, take me hard and make it deep, I love it, your shaft fills my hole so perfectly, and I have never been so wet." Taking hold of her hips Chris plunged deeply into her again and again, thrusting hard and deep, feeling her respond. She was wild and so ripe. Her pussy was so hot and so very wet; thrusting deeply into her was an absolute joy, never had he felt so much pleasure, never had he been with anyone so wet. Her pussy made slurping sounds as he plunged into the warm and welcoming depths; Rebecca was one very hot woman. Chris felt the swelling of his rod that meant his ejaculation had become imminent, and urged Rebecca on to an even greater effort, slapping and pinching the right side of her bottom as his testes slapped against her pussy with the intensity of each thrust. He felt her tighten up on his turgid length and knew that her orgasm was also due. To climax together is always a wonderful thing, and in this case, their first time together it would be perfect. "Now Master," she had shouted as the first wave of her orgasm began to take hold, "give me your cream now Master, I am her..." The word was choked off as her climax began to rip through her, churning and causing her insides to spasm. Simultaneously Chris let go his first spurt, rocketing into her to meet with her juices on the way out. "Yes," they both cried out together. "Oh god Master this is the best climax I have ever had," she managed to gasp out as the second wave of orgasm swept her along. Spurt after spurt of Chris's cream jetting into her with Chris grunting at each shot, his rod buried deep inside her and fingers digging so hard into her hips that he broke the skin in four places. Rebecca managed four orgasms in total at that time, and fell to the bed exhausted with Chris on top of her, his rod wilting fast. Eventually, mustering enough strength to break apart and lay beside her, he told her that she should now clean up his tool using only her mouth. Greedily she took the now soft member between her lips licking the mixture of his cream and her own juices from him, revelling in the sweet taste of his cream. She also plunged her fingers into her pussy and licked them too; she enjoyed his taste so much. Satisfied, at least for the moment, Rebecca lay down beside him. "Are we still in Master/submissive role?" She asked. "Rebecca I am always your Master, as you will always be my submissive, it works on a 24/7 basis. There is no let-up, no break, you are to always call me Master and you will always be my submissive, but right now I am starving, I think it's time we ate something. When we have eaten I will go through everything with you, the role of a submissive and the duty of a Master, it will take some time and I am open to any questions that you may have." "Now, let's go eat." And saying this Chris patted her stomach, kissed each of her nipples and leapt from the bed heading for the shower. Rebecca quickly followed him, thinking about what he had just said. Saturday dawned with the sun streaming in brightly from the window where the curtains had already been opened; outside birds were twittering and wheeling about in a perfect azure sky. Rebecca came awake slowly and luxuriously, stretching like a cat, for the first time in many years she felt like a woman, she felt wanted. Okay, her new Master wanted her for her sexy and exceedingly horny body, that was fine for her; at this moment in time she only wanted him for the real sex that he was bringing to her. Everything about him screamed at her for more, and everything that she was finding out about herself also screamed out for more. Rebecca was on a voyage of discovery, a journey into her own sexuality and the more he showed her the more she wanted to know and to try. Last evening they had sat talking together well into the small hours, as he explained what being a submissive was all about and what his duties to her were as a Master. She had listened attentively, asking questions and learning. Now she wanted to put it all to the test, to be certain that the path she was now choosing would be the right one. Her marriage she knew was one in name only, a piece of paper, and years of being used as a servant had made her naturally submissive, but without the right to get to know herself. Chris had shown her another way, showing her that she had the right as a person to explore her sexuality, to find out about herself, to get to know the woman who had been suppressed for many years. Throwing off the light summer duvet, she looked at her nakedness and wondered why she was alone. Glancing at the alarm clock she saw that it was almost noon; Chris had allowed her to sleep in, she wondered if that was because tonight was going to be another long one with even more surprises, she certainly hoped so. Smiling to herself Rebecca sat up and without realising why, cupped her fine breasts in her hands, gently squeezing and thumbing the nipples. They soon became erect and she pinched them gently, the response was immediate, between her fingers and thumbs she felt them harden, and hopping quickly out of bed went to look for Chris. She found him downstairs reading the paper, "Good Morning Master," she opined, "I am awake and ready for whatever you wish me to do." As Rebecca greeted him, she kept her eyes cast down as he had instructed her previously. This enabled her to see that his cock was no longer flaccid but showing signs of life, this pleased her as she had perked up her nipples for him, not to please herself. "As you have probably gathered, I allowed you extra sleep as we had such a late night, but I have not eaten yet, and neither have you, perhaps you might enjoy organising some breakfast for us and making coffee, I am as dry as an old bone." "As you wish Master, I am delighted to be carrying out your instructions, and only wish to please you in whatever way I can, I wish that I had woken earlier, I can't bear the thought of you sitting down here all alone without even a cup of coffee." He smiled at her; pleased with the way she was handling what was a new submissive status for her, and waved his hand towards the kitchen, saying that he had found tea in the cupboard, milk in the fridge and that two cups had been enough. As she left, he once more noted with pleasure the roundness of her bottom and the way it moved when she walked. A little jerk in his cock told him that it was now semi-hard and he liked the way she could turn him on so easily. In a short while, the distinctive aroma of eggs, bacon, toast and perking coffee wafted in from the kitchen, telling him that he was hungry for food as well as for her. Getting up from the chair, he wandered into the kitchen to help carry the stuff to the table, having forgotten that it was a kitchen/diner with a conservatory. Rebecca had laid everything out in the conservatory, and had opened the doors onto an exceedingly hot day. He saw that she was bending over the table with her back toward him, and unable to help himself in his semi-hard state, came up behind her. Putting his arms around her he filled his hands with her wonderful breasts, and pressed his shaft against her hot cheeks. "Mmmmmm," she uttered, "but that's nice Master, I can feel that you are responding to my nakedness, do I please you that much Master?" "Indeed you do my little one, but perhaps we should eat before the food gets cold." "No matter, I'll just cook some more." "That my dear would be wasteful, let us sit and eat," and so saying drew away from her to sit on one of the cushioned wicker chairs. His rod was by now quite proud, sticking up like a pole from his groin, and Rebecca had also become wet, but both hungry they sat down, Chris soon going back to the former flaccid state, although she remained wet for him. They sat together in the sunshine, enjoying the freshly cooked food and buttered toast, smiling a lot and talking, when Rebecca suddenly asked him outright what he was planning for today. Again, he smiled replying that she would find out soon enough and that when their coffee had been drunk they could go back upstairs and enjoy a shower together. Her reply was that she would enjoy that immensely, but wished she had a Jacuzzi. Chris laughed at this saying that it didn't matter, but if she ever got the opportunity to join him in his house he had a huge whirlpool Spa bath, big enough for half a dozen people; plus an heated indoor swimming pool. Breakfast continued in silence now, Rebecca lost in her own thoughts. Thoughts of six naked people frolicking in the same whirlpool flashed through her mind, she had never been in a threesome, never mind more than that, but if her Master was with her, she was prepared to try anything to please him. "Master, may I clear the table or would you like more coffee?" She asked him. "Yes to both I think Rebecca, but I shall come inside where I can watch you washing up, the way you move excites me." Rebecca blushed through to the roots of her hair, but could not hide the fact that knowing her body excited him did the same for her, and she imagined his shaft rising in salute to her, and that made her heart beat a little faster. Chris noticed that her nipples had become erect once more, and openly looked at her pussy, where the telltale swelling of her lips told him that she was becoming turned on. As she bent to put all the crocks into the dishwasher, he got up from the chair moving through to the kitchen. Rebecca had ensured that when she bent over, her back would always be toward him, presenting him with the best possible view of her womanly wares and showing how much her sex loved his gorgeous shaft. He knelt behind her stroking the inside of her thighs with the lightest touch, and drawing the tip of his finger over the outside of her lips with the touch of a butterfly's wing, he could feel the heat from her pussy. Rebecca parted her thighs even further, silently inviting him to put that finger between her pouting lips and into her now very wet pussy. She sighed loudly as she felt his lips softly kissing her butt cheeks and wanted him now, here in the kitchen, bent over the dishwasher like this. Chris however had other plans but wanted to get her so turned on that she would be begging him to take her, he wanted her so keyed up that she would be ready to throw herself at him. His pole was now very swollen and so hard that it ached, but he would not touch her with it even though he wanted her so badly. "Be perfectly still," he commanded her, "Do not move a muscle unless I say so." Chris stood up gently stroking his shaft up and down between her bottom cheeks, after a little while pushing it down a little, allowing the hardness to nudge the entrance of her now weeping pussy. Using her juices to cover his erection completely he once again pushed it up and down the cleft of her behind, applying just a little pressure against her anus each time the tip reached there. However, he would not push it into either of her two holes. Instead, he backed away a little saying: "you may continue with the washing up now, join me in the bathroom when you are done." "Yes Master," she replied, her voice trembling a little, unable to keep the disappointment from her voice. Chris walked away smiling, pleased that his plan of frustrating her was working. He needed her to beg, and wouldn't touch her until she did, even though he was denying himself the pleasure of her comely and very desirable curves, and the intense passion that had been locked up for so very long. Slowly he climbed the stairs and went into the bedroom, where he retrieved a pair of leather cuffs, two padlocks, a short length of rope and a sturdy leather paddle from his bag, before going into the bathroom to await her arrival. Closing the toilet cover, he placed his toys on top where she would see them. When Rebecca arrived at the bathroom Chris was standing in front of the sink facing the door, his shaft still hard, and that is how she saw him when the door opened. She gasped at his size; it seemed to be bigger than the last time. "Come in Rebecca, we have been awaiting you." As she went in Rebecca dropped to the floor without thinking and kissed his feet, very aware that his weapon stood fully to attention above her head. "You may stand now, go into the shower stall, stand facing me and raise both hands above your head, palms touching." Without question, she did exactly as told. Quickly she found herself cuffed and the padlocks in place. Chris could see that she was still very horny, her lips swollen very thickly, clit protruding and nipples erect. Going to her, he grazed them with the palm of his hand and listened to her moan. "What do you want from me Rebecca?" "I want you to use me Master Chris, use me for your pleasure, take me and make me your whore. Whatever is your will Master I am yours for the taking." "Good, little one, you learn fast." He moved forward, and tying the rope through the link joining the cuffs, threw the other end over the shower rail and tied it off. He had already checked that it was indeed fixed to the wall, and not just spring-loaded, and therefore likely to stay there. He turned her around so that she was looking into the shower stall and not at him, saying; I am going to give you a taste of the paddle, I hope you enjoy the sensations that it will bring to you, if not, no matter, I will use it anyway. Are you ready for this?" "Yes Master, I am ready for anything." "Good, open your legs wide." She did as bid, jumping and gasping as she felt for the first time ever, the paddle, as it striped the flesh of her bottom. Surprised, she felt the sting of it and a warm glow spreading through her cheeks. "Relax between stripes, don't let your muscles tense, you will find that you get more feeling from it," he told her authoritatively. Again, she did as she was told and the paddle bit once more on the other cheek. After a half dozen stripes to each cheek she found that she was enjoying it, and that the warm glow initially felt had spread right through the muscles of her bottom, and centred on her pussy, causing much pleasure and little spurts of juice at every stripe. Rebecca also realised that the someone she could hear moaning was herself, this was much better than she could have dreamed. After four more stripes to each cheek, Chris put the paddle to one side. Her behind was glowing as bright as a beacon, the heat tremendous, sweat pouring from every pore of them both, and his shaft had become like a rod of steel. They were each as equally excited. As he dropped to the floor to kiss and caress her fiery buttocks, he was able to see that her pussy lips were now parted and her clit had become hard, poking through from beneath its hood. Rebecca was almost ready to play. As he kissed and licked her cheeks the moaning became louder, and he pushed two fingers deep inside her, but did not move them once in, he just held them still inside her for a moment. He could feel her vaginal muscles gripping it tightly; she was almost ready now. Quickly he withdrew the fingers, pushing first one then the other deep inside her back door. The groan that came from her lips was loud, he worked his fingers hard, thrusting and twisting, stretching her to the limit. "Oh Master, please put your gorgeous tool in there," she pleaded. "Master, my second boyfriend liked it that way and took me regularly in there, but for some reason my husband won't, he said that it makes him feel like a homosexual. Please Master; please take me in my arse." "Your husband seems to have many hang-ups Rebecca, fortunately I don't, let me get you down from that rail now." "Oh Master, you are a good and kind Master, and all that I could ask for." She answered. Chris untied the rope and removed the cuffs, certain that Rebecca was as ready for him as she would ever be. She would make a perfect subbie; of that he was sure. After rubbing her wrists and arms to help restore circulation, Rebecca walked over to the toilet, and bending over, gripped the sides while spreading her legs wide. Meanwhile Chris had been to the bedroom to fetch a bottle of lubricating gel. As she felt him enter, she began to understand just how big he was, it was not the length, but the girth of his weapon, but he did enter her slowly for which she was grateful. In a short while he had penetrated to the full length, and started a rocking in and out motion, this brought a very secret spot deep inside her into play that would bring her quickly to her climax. The tightness of her soon had Chris moaning too, and when she started gripping with the sphincter muscle, he knew that she had come very close to orgasm. "Climax with me Master, I'm afraid that I can't hold back, this is so delicious." Chris pumped harder and faster, completely filling her, feeling his own impending climax; putting his arms around her waist, he pulled her onto his throbbing weapon, knowing just how close he had become.