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The Weekend, Day Two (M/f, BD, nc?) by Vikingboy50

This is another report in the Tom & Becca series.  Please do not repost it 
without permission.  Please send any comments to me at 
Vikinboy50@hotmail.com

If you are under 18, do not read this.

********

The Weekend, Day Two


When she awoke, Rebecca was confused, uncertain of where she was.  As she 
rubbed her eyes, she realized that her wrists were both cuffed.  She was 
startled, but then the memories flooded back -- the restaurant, the stranger 
in leather and linen, the note, the ride, the rest of the night all came 
rushing back.  She was immediately wet, her pussy soaking and her nipples 
hard.  They were pinched by the alligator clips on them and by the chain 
that tugged down on the clips.  She could still feel the welts on her ass 
from the spanking, and then the flogging, she had suffered.  She remembered 
the end of the night only as a vague dream...the hands on her, the orgasm 
exploding through her body.

And now, she was here, but where was here?  She sat up and immediately was 
cognizant of being chained.  She looked around and saw that her wrist 
manacles were attached to very long lengths of chain which were in their own 
turn locked to the brass headboard of the bed.  She threw off the light 
blanket which covered her and saw the same had been done to her ankles.  
Then she looked at the rest of her body.  She was naked, but for designs 
painted on her pussy and breasts.  They seemed to be in strange letters --- 
runes!  Runes like those on the belt and axe sheath of her Master.  Rebecca 
stopped her thought process right there.  "Master?" she thought. "Why 
Master?"  But of course, Master...what she needed, a dominant, forceful 
Master.  She felt a thrill course through her veins as she whispered the 
word repeatedly.

The room was amazing.  The bed was large, more than king-sized, the head and 
foot boards tall, bright brass, highly polished.  Next to the bed on each 
side was a small end table, each of which had no more than a lamp on it.  
The rest of the room was as sparsely furnished...paneled walls, no dresser, 
no closet, only three sets of heavy looking D clamps fixed to the far wall.  
Adjacent to the rings was a display rack with floggers and manacles attached 
to it.  She recognized that the manacles matched those on her.  She lifted 
her wrists and ankles to look at them again --- heavy leather, carved with 
runes, and lined with fur.  The chains rattled on the floor as she inspected 
herself.

A voice came floating up the stairs.  "Ahhhh, you're awake, Rebecca.  Very 
good.  Use the bathroom, then I expect you to be kneeling by the bed when I 
come to you.  You have twenty minutes.  You may shower -- the markings are 
quite indelible."

The voice made her quiver --- it was the same voice that had so firmly 
instructed her, guided her, took her the night before.  She rose and found 
that she could move easily, if she stayed aware of not tripping over the 
chains.  They were long enough for her to get to the bathroom off the master 
bedroom.  She used the toilet, then climbed into the shower stall.  The 
chains made an echoing rattle, but she found they were light enough that she 
could maneuver quite nicely.  She soaped herself thoroughly, paying close 
attention to her breasts, ass, and pussy, still very sore from the beatings 
He had administered to them.  But there was no cum!  She was disappointed, 
because she knew that He had not taken her.  She suddenly shivered, even 
though the shower was hot needles on her skin.  If He hadn't had her the 
night before, what was He planning?

She sensed that her time was running short.  She shut off the shower and 
toweled off quickly.  She felt clean, vibrant, awake, and very hungry.  As 
she padded back into the bedroom, she heard footsteps on the stairs.  She 
hurriedly dropped the towel on the hardwood floor and sank to her knees on 
the deep pile throw rug by the bed.  She faced the door, head up, eyes 
lowered, shoulders squared so that her breasts stood out.  She spread her 
legs wide, exposing her naked pussy and placed her manacled hands on her 
thighs.  She waited, holding totally still.  She sensed his presence, then 
saw the bear paw slippers standing maybe 18" in front of her.  She slowly 
raised her eyes to take in the short silk robe and a familiar, yet not yet 
seen, bulge beneath.  Rebecca licked her lips automatically.

"Good morning, Rebecca," He said, his voice between a purr and a growl.  He 
raised her face so that she would look into His eyes.  He smiled and put 
down the breakfast tray on the floor by her.  "Eat your breakfast, pet," he 
ordered gently.  Rebecca dug into her coffee and croissant with marmalade, 
beside which was a cup of yogurt with strawberries.  She ate as though she 
had never eaten before.  He watched her briefly, then went to the towel, 
abandoned on the bedroom floor.  He picked it up, briefly glaring at it, and 
tossed it into the clothes hamper.  He turned to her, a slight frown marking 
His face.  Rebecca looked up at her Master and knew that she was in trouble.

"We'll take better care in the future, pet, to make sure wet things don't 
end up on the floors.  They might leave a mark," he murmured.  From the vest 
pocket of His robe, He took a small notebook, opened it and jotted a quick 
note.  Rebecca didn't need to be told that this was a demerit book.  She was 
a bit frightened but also secretly thrilled.

Rebecca finished her breakfast, dabbed the linen napkin at her lips and sat 
back, flinching slightly as her ass touched her heels.  She resumed the 
position and said, "Thank You, Master, for breakfast."

He smiled, "You're welcome, pet."  He glanced at the clock...almost 4 PM.  
"You slept well, my sweet slave.  Did you dream?"

She cocked her head, thinking.  "No," she replied, "I don't believe I had 
any dreams at all, except for the waking dream you gave me last night."  She 
thrilled at the quick flashback to his powerful hands guiding her, punishing 
her.

"Master?"

"Yes, pet, what do you need to know."

"Did You take Your pleasure last night?"

"In a way, yes.  I was pleased by your responsiveness and willingness to be 
mine.  But, if you mean, did I orgasm, no.  Last night was yours, today will 
be mine."

Rebecca smiled sexily...she looked at His bulging cock, hidden by the silk 
robe.  She thrilled, wondering what it would feel like, invading her body, 
in her mouth, her cunt, her ass. She felt the thoughts translating 
themselves into a tiny trickle of excitement running through her body.  She 
straightened up higher, her nipples suddenly as hard as rocks.  He chuckled.

"But first," He whispered, "we need to remind you of the rules, my pet."  He 
patted His knees and she knew immediately what He expected.  He was seated 
across the bedroom from her, on a straight-backed chair.  Instinctively, she 
dropped to all fours and crawled, slowly, over to Him.  As she crawled, her 
breasts gently swung and the silver chain attached to the nipple clamps 
weighted them down further.  The dull ache returned to her nipples and then 
just as slowly to her pussy.  She was ready for what was to follow.  She 
felt His eyes burning a hole into her center as she crawled to Him, felt His 
passion rising as His slave moved slowly like a chained animal, to Him.

When she arrived at His side, she knelt and looked at Him.

Was He stronger than the night before?  Or was it her position?  She stared 
at the seemingly massive erection that swelled under His silk robe and 
shorts.  Her hunger for it hit her like a hammer blow to her stomach.  She 
smelled His scent, sensed His total power over her --- freely given & freely 
taken.  She needed that cock between her lips, but she knew it wasn't hers 
for the taking.  She impulsively leaned forward and kissed it through the 
silk.  She felt it jump, heard the sharp intake of His breath, and then 
sensed the hand moving.

She yelped, for He had taken her by the hair and was pulling her up, 
forward, off balance, and onto His knees, face down.  She was brought up and 
forward until her head hung down on the far side, her feet dangled barely 
touching the floor, and her ass was on His lap, utterly exposed to His will. 
  She felt His manhood twitching under her belly.  He was so close, so near 
to her, but she had no way of having Him.

His hand fell sharply on her buttock, crisply, causing her to jump.  She 
cried out in surprise rather than pain, for, although the blow stung, the 
sting was more pleasurable than painful.  She managed to gasp out "One, 
Sir," before the second fell, as hard and stinging as before, but on the 
other cheek.  The spanking, at first gradual, soon built into a steady rain 
of blows.  Rebecca fought her tears, fought her desire to moan aloud, fought 
to keep count.  But soon she was crying like a baby, begging Him to stop, to 
give her relief.  She had long since given up on trying to keep count when 
He stopped and slowly rubbed His powerful palms and fingers over her red, 
sore, swollen ass flesh.  She whimpered, thanking Him for punishing her and 
begging Him not to do it again.  She felt His cock, hard and throbbing, 
under her belly, and she realized that, at that moment, she was as much in 
control as He was.

But that passed, for He unceremoniously pushed her off His lap.  She landed 
on her ass and cried out involuntarily, then caught herself and scrambled to 
her knees.  He stood before her, and grabbed her hair.  He looked her in the 
eyes and scolded, "Never be a messy girl again, or you'll be chained to the 
post and whipped, quite thoroughly.  Do you understand?  Never, in the weeks 
to come, will you ever EVER leave a wet towel or underclothes on the 
floors."  She nodded, though it took her a moment to digest all that he had 
said.  "Weeks" she thought.  "Weeks?"  Her emotions ran free.  She started 
to cry, whether from fear or joy or relief, she was uncertain.  "WEEKS!!!!!"

He pushed her again, this time to kneel on all fours.  As she tumbled, He 
dropped His robe and His shorts in front of her.  Then He forced her down 
into the silken bundle, face first, so that her ass was up and open for Him. 
  She smelled His scent, His odor (Drakkar Noir), His power in the cloth.  
Then His hands were on her ass again, pushing and opening her.  And 
then...gloriously, He took her...

They fucked, oh my god, how He ranged above her, thrusting and filling, 
pushing her over the edge time and again.  Rebecca lost count of the times 
she came, screaming so loudly she thought the neighbors would surely hear 
them.  She pictured the man across the street, sodomizing his lover as he 
listened to Rebecca begging for the same treatment.

She begged Him to take her, use her, fuck her cunt & ass, and He did.  When 
He came the first time, she came with Him.  Then He plunged a toy into her 
pussy and made her suck Him until He was hard again.  Then, tantalizingly, 
He took her anal virginity, driving His hardness into her forever.  Again 
and again she came, until He exploded the second time.

Then, after He had finished, He let her clean herself.  When she returned to 
the room and looked at the clock, she realized it was after 10 PM.  And she 
was exhausted again.  Her Master took her in His arms and held her.  Then He 
undid the chains to her feet and hands and attached new, shorter chains to 
tie her hands together.  He bound her feet also and helped her into the bed. 
  Once she was there, he secured her to the headboards, making sure she 
could only move enough to turn in her sleep.  He kissed her goodnight and 
quietly left, turning off the lights as Rebecca drifted into her dreams 
again.


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