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Subject: {ASSM} Tom and Rebecca, Part Three
Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2000 22:10:03 -0500
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This is a reposting of my third posting to the Tom & Rebecca series (well, 
if you want to call three stories a series......) Please send any comments, 
criticisms, suggestions, fan mail, money (?), or new story line ideas to me 
at Vikingboy50@hotmail.com.  As always please do not repost with out my 
permission.

Tom and Rebecca, Part Three (M/f, Bondage, some pain, consensual)

(In the previous two episodes, Tom, a teacher/book store employee, had 
discovered Rebecca, a waitress, and had taken her home for a two day 
Dominant/submissive experience.  This story picks up the thread.)

It had been a month and a half since Tom had dominated Rebecca for her 
weekend.  He had gone on to renew relationships with other women he had 
known, but for all the pleasures he had experienced, there had been a hollow 
feeling.  Tom knew all the danger signs: he thought of Rebecca, bound to the 
"tree", kneeling naked and submissive on his front step, taking his whipping 
like a true slave, sucking his cock like a woman possessed, sleeping by his 
bed in chains, and finally, kneeling before him at her front door when he 
released her.  She had been in tears, begging him to let her keep the collar 
she had worn -- as a remembrance.  He had relented and strapped it on her, 
locking it in place (and giving her the tiny key on a gold chain).  Then he 
had turned and walked away, intending to never see her again.

But, he knew...even as he walked away, planning Linsey Sue's two nights with 
him...he knew that he would be back at the restaurant.  He was hooked from 
the first moment she rushed to find him in the parking lot, from the night 
he first exposed and used her, from the next day when he took her to his bed 
and made cruel love to her.  He had other women, but they were fading in the 
heat of Rebecca's memory.  Even Aimee, whom he had dom'd that past weekend 
in his empty room at school (third-grade teachers were always so naughty) 
was tiring him...boring him.

And finally, just after midnight on a spring Tuesday, Tom sat at the 
computer and went to a search engine.   He quickly typed in the name and 
address.  In moments, a chart sprang up with Full Name, Address, Phone 
Number, and E-Mail Address.  Tom whispered, "Found you, my sweet slave."

He went back to the search page and typed in the u.r.l. for a little 
communications company he had found.  Making a connection and a selection, 
he sat down to work on Rebecca's next night with him.

........................

When Rebecca dragged herself through the door Monday night (no, it was 
really about 2 AM on Tuesday morning), she could only think of bed and her 
weekend coming up Wednesday and Thursday.  The restaurant had been hell all 
week long, especially tonight.  Her feet ached, her head was ringing, her 
arms were so tired she could barely lift them.  But, she had a feeling she 
should check her e-mail before she went to bed.  She went to the account and 
filed through 30 messages.  Family (quick updates), friends (why wasn't she 
at the talkers?), junk (oh goddess, another born-again freak sending spam on 
her soul's chances compared to a snowball's in hell), and, wait....a card?  
 From www.kinkycards.com?  What the ....... ?  She was awake now, at least 
enough to want to know what THIS was all about.  She opened the mail and 
found a link to this crazy company's web page.  It said "Your Weekend Master 
has sent you a card".  Now, who?  Well, she thought, may as well open it, 
even though it was probably a joke from one of the "weirdoes" at Dune.

She clicked on the link and an electronic card came up......

The card appeared as two pages on the screen.  The left hand side was a 
picture.  It showed a young woman, her arms manacled behind her back, her 
torso bent at waist over a padded bar.  She was viewed from the side, with 
her face turned away from the camera and toward the floor.  Her long blond 
hair was free, hanging to the floor.  Her nipples, clear in the photo were 
pierced, with lead weights hanging from the rings. The nipples were 
distended, stretched.  Behind her was the torso of a man, muscled, dark, his 
massive erection just touching her tiny rosebud anus.  The whole picture 
spoke of torture, pain, and immense erotic power. The right hand page 
contained very few words.  It was direct and to the point: "I will be at the 
corner of Broadway & Halleck at 12:15.  Wear only a skirt, blouse, and 
shoes.  Be there, slave."

She was thunderstruck.  As she idly fingered the collar she still wore, she 
read the directions again and again. The address was near the restaurant, 
but was known as a corner where hookers hung out. She was immediately both 
afraid and wildly excited.  While she considered this fact, memories of that 
wild weekend sprang into her mind.  Her body responded.  Her pussy started 
flowing, her nipples growing turgid and needy, the new rings making them 
ache deeper than ever before.  Rebecca found herself printing the card out 
and taking it to her bedroom.  She propped it where she could look at it and 
thought of him, Tom, taking her, binding her, bending her to his will. 
Before she could fall asleep that early Tuesday morning, Rebecca fingered 
and played her way to three, pulse-pounding orgasms. She fell asleep looking 
at card and whispering, "yes, Master, I'll be prepared for You tonight."

........................

She floated through the day, going through the motions, but never stopping 
the thoughts.  She imagined him, chaining her, hurting her, taking her as 
his slave again and again.  She stopped three times to masturbate, but never 
brought herself off.  Somehow she knew that he would not approve, that he 
wanted her so edgy that she would cum from looking at him, from climbing 
into that dark blue Cruiser with the leather seats and the chains ready for 
her wrists.  When she dressed for work, she wore her usual uniform, but left 
off the bra and the panties.  Her nipples ached every time they brushed her 
blouse.  Every twinge sent a sharp shock directly to her clitoris.  Her 
pussy flowed.  She felt everyone in the restaurant could tell she was a 
firecracker, a stick of dynamite.  She could smell her own arousal.  All day 
long men were looking at her, seemingly attracted by her scent.  And the 
women..........

There were 3 girls she had "played" with from work. All three of them 
approached her that night.  One, Cassandra, an aggressive younger woman, 
cornered her during a break and touched her shoulder.  "Baby, you seem 
nervous tonight.  You need some relaxing," she whispered, kissing Rebecca's 
neck.  Rebecca almost melted into her arms and kissed and groped with her 
for ten unbearable minutes.  She shook herself after the break and settled 
back into her work.  Cassandra grinned at her the rest of the evening, but, 
when she told her to come home with her, Rebecca refused and raced to change 
into her shortest denim skirt and cheapest, most sluttish, blue blouse. 
Cassandra whistled, purring, "Hot date, huh, little Bitch?"

Rebecca just nodded and raced outside to wait for him.

........................

For Tom, the day had passed too slowly.  He coasted
through his English classes, answering questions, dealing with crises, but 
inside he was planning for their rendezvous.  Tonight, there would be no 
Viking, no ax, no whip at the broad leather belt.  Tonight he would be in 
true Dom mode.  No messing around, no games to be played.  As the noon hour 
approached, he planned it out.  Today was a conference day; he could leave 
after lunch.

He waited until 6 and then called in sick for Wednesday.  His plans were in 
place, his alibi set.  He wouldn't be questioned and he would have all day 
for his true job...slave-training Rebecca.  He dressed for her, in tight 
black leather pants, the linen shirt that laced down the front, the heavy 
black boots.  When he looked in the mirror, he smiled.  It was all 
there...enough for any slavegirl to drool over.  He knew the reaction would 
be visceral, gut-wrenching.  Especially because, if he read Rebecca right, 
she would have be a horny girl ever since she got his e-mail card this 
morning.  He unlocked their playpen for the weekend and set everything up.  
At 8, he left, setting the timers on the c.d. player and the automated video 
surveillance system up for 12:45.

First he went to dinner, a light meal of scallops and a salad, followed by 
coffee and a parfait.  Then he went to his favorite club, the Elegant Sheik, 
where he watched middle eastern dance and was entertained by trained "harem" 
girls who teased and touched and tantalized him. By 11:30 he was full 
prepared for his night with a slave.  He slowly drove across Bellingham, 
careful to avoid the police who were looking for easy tickets, and arrived 
at his destination at 12:05.  He parked in a quiet spot, where he could see 
the corner but not be seen.  She was there already. He watched her as she 
glanced around trying to avoid the pros who worked this corner.  Two cars 
approached her, men whistled, and Rebecca looked scared to death.  But she 
stood tall, looking for him.  He could see her taut, lithe body, barely 
hidden under the silky blouse and the very short skirt.  Under it, high 
heeled boots.  God, Tom thought, she looks the part.

He let her wait until 12:22.  He saw her glance at her watch seemingly every 
minute.  Then he drove up.  He stopped 25 feet from her and rolled down the 
window.  She walked up to the Cruiser and he looked at her.

"Take off the blouse before you get in, Rebecca."

She stopped and looked at him.  He rolled up the window.  She tried the 
passenger side door, but it was locked.  She seemed to freeze there, but 
then unbuttoned the blouse part way.  She hesitated and looked in at him. He 
frowned and shook his head.  She finished unbuttoning and removing it. The 
window partially opened, and he said, "Slip it in here, then turn around, 
very very slowly."

She did as she was told.  She wadded the blouse up and shoved it through the 
crack.  Then the window closed.  Rebecca pirouetted very slowly, letting 
anyone who watched see her naked tits.  She turned completely, then tried 
the door.  Still locked.  She turned again.  This time two men walked slowly 
by.  One of them came close enough to touch her. She shook in fear as he 
reached out and tweaked her pierced nipples.  She moaned.  After the men 
left, laughing loudly, she heard the door lock click and the door open.

Once she was in, it all felt familiar, but he made it radically different. 
He pulled her hair back hard, and when she opened her mouth to scream, he 
stuffed a gag into it.  Then, he taped her mouth shut with duct tape.  Tears 
came to Rebecca's eyes, as Tom moved her to the back of the Cruiser.  There 
he forced her to kneel on the floor.  He cruelly ripped the skirt from her, 
smiling evilly at her as he did.  He forced her hands behind her back and 
duct taped them together at the wrists.  The pain burned in her body and her 
pussy pulsed with her exaggerated heartbeat.  He attached her hands and 
ankles to chains back there, giving her some support against the swaying of 
the Cruiser through the traffic.  Then he took the duct tape and covered her 
nipples with strips of it. Then, to make it all final, he placed a dildo, 
not real big...maybe 5" long...into her soaked pussy.  He flicked the 
switch, starting a low humming vibration in her. Then, he set it in place 
with duct tape, too.  Rebecca felt like she would cum....and she knew that 
once his back was turned, she would start cumming and might not be able to 
stop.

He said nothing, but moved around, making adjustments, spreading her legs 
further apart and testing her posture.  He had her firmly chained and bound 
in place so she could not move.  She was forced to kneel, back straight, 
shoulders back, the tape sticking to her mouth, her wrists, her nipples, her 
cunt.  Her Master took out a paddle and laid 5 hard blows to her ass, making 
the tears form in her eyes.  Then he whispered, "That should hold you ... 
for now, my little slut."  He moved to the front and drove away.

........................

They moved steadily through traffic, moving slowly but surely to his 
neighborhood.  As they drove the pressure built in her cunt...she had to 
cum, but she KNEW he would be angry if she did.  But the constant vibration, 
the feeling of the tape constricting every time she moved, the chains, the 
nearness of his body...it drew her to the edge. When they passed a gaggle of 
whores near the airport, he stopped and opened the windows to chat them up. 
They approached, snapping gum and leaning in the windows.  One of them 
glanced back and whistled.

"You don't need us, baby.  You got your package right there!" She laughed. 
"All wrapped up and tied like Christmas."

He chuckled. "Yeah, and she knows what to do."  He turned and looked at 
Rebecca.  "Cum for these nice girls, pretty slut.  Cum NOW!!!" His order 
sent a spasm through her and she let it go.  She knew her moans were audible 
through the gag, knew her quivering body was obviously orgasming, felt her 
juices might soak right through the tape on her pussy.

"Good girl," he laughed, and kissed one of the whores full on the mouth. 
"Hope you liked the show, ladies."

They roared in laughter as he drove away.  Rebecca was still cumming, little 
ones, all the way to the house.

........................

When they arrived, he unchained her and ordered her out of the Cruiser. She 
stood, stark naked, bound in tape, on the porch, lit up again by the 
floodlights trained on her.  Meanwhile, Tom casually, carefully opened the 
garage, parked his Cruiser, turned off the alarm system, and entered the 
house through the garage.  He checked his watch...12:50.  He walked through 
the house, hearing the soft sounds of jazz and checking the cameras.  He 
stopped and checked the monitors...every room was shown, every movement 
taped.  He opened the front door.  He turned her around, stroking her long 
red hair, fingering her ass, teasing her nipples that struggled against the 
tape.  He ran his fingers over her taped pussy, pushing in, making her legs 
go utterly to jello.  She moaned through the taped on gag and dropped to her 
knees.

Then he took her by the collar and snapped a leash onto it.  He led her 
inside and to the living room.  He chained her to the bar that ran across 
the large bay windows.  He opened the drapes and, as she stood, looking out 
across the street to the open windows there, he paddled her ass hard, five, 
six, seven times.  Then he left her there, the little cums ravaging her 
body, knowing that she was visible to the people across the street, they 
were undoubtedly joining in the excitement of her red, welted ass.  Finally, 
he was back.  A noise of a clip being freed and she was turned. There stood 
her Master, hands gloved, flogger in one hand, leash in the other.  Rebecca 
dropped to her knees and waited, mumbling her joy at being with him through 
her gag.

Tom laughed and unchained her.  He snapped his fingers and Rebecca 
obediently crawled on her knees, with her hands as useless as could be, to 
his feet. She bowed her head and waited.  He moved behind her and struck her 
with the flogger once, snapping the heavy leather tails across her ass.  He 
leashed her and led her to the playpen.

It was much as she remembered it, but there were differences.  Music played 
heavy metallic rock.  Lights were set at a dim with just enough illumination 
to cast shadows on everything. Everything except for the rack on the far 
wall and the padded bench in the middle of the room.  Tom took her there 
immediately.  He took out a knife and flickered the blade before her eyes.  
She cringed in fear and he laughed. "Don't worry, pet," he whispered 
cruelly, "No permanent marks."  Then he cut the duct tape binding her wrists 
together.  He pulled the tape off, hearing her gasp and small scream through 
the duct taped gag.

He put his finger to her lips, then grabbed the tape holding the gag and 
tore it off.  She cried out loud at the searing pain.  He removed her gag 
and gave her a chance to work her mouth.  Then he kissed her, fiercely, 
devouring her lips, her tongue, her mouth.  She returned the kiss, grabbing 
him by the hair and pulling him into her.  Her heat rose higher yet.  He 
grabbed her hands and whispered harshly, "Who is the slave here?  Who does 
not touch unless she is ordered to?"

She looked at the floor, ashamed, embarrassed. "I am a slave, Master," she 
whimpered, "and I am to keep my place and not touch unless You order it." 
She didn't beg forgiveness, because she remembered it would come only after 
punishment.

He smiled, and after leading her by her leash to the rack, Tom pinned her 
hands to the rack with the manacles that hung there.  He followed by pinning 
her ankles the same way.  She was spread-eagled before him.  He said, "We 
need to take off the rest of the tape.  Scream all you like, but do not cum, 
my slut, no matter what...anytime you cum, we'll add 5 strokes from the 
flogger."

He teased her nipples through the tape.  She groaned...so close to adding 5 
more.  Then he ripped the first strip of tape.  She screamed and 
screamed...the pain was immense, the blood flowed back into her bruised 
breast, her nipple swelled, finally able to be erect.  It ached like nothing 
she had ever felt before.  Even the piercing she had had done the day after 
he let her go the last time had not hurt as sweetly as this.  She cringed 
but controlled her desire.  He leaned forward and licked the nipple, 
soothing the pain. Then he tore the other strip off.  She couldn't stop 
herself.  She wailed and thrashed and came...oh goddess, how she came.  He 
smiled and chuckled as she arched her back and howled her orgasm.

"That will cost you five more, little one...Let's see, slow on removing your 
blouse, cumming before I told you to in the car (yes, I watched you), 
touching without permission, and now this one...that's 20 so far."

He stroked her hair and kissed her lips while his other hand reached down to 
her pussy.  As he slowly, deliberately removed the tape, her lips devoured 
his, and she moaned into his mouth.  As her labia filled with blood and he 
tortured her by taking the tape off inch by inch, she found control was 
absolutely impossible.  Rebecca had never cum this much in so short a time, 
never been this hot, this turned on.  She came as the tape was removed, came 
as the dildo was slid out, came as he dropped to his knees and drank her 
juices.  When he finally came up, he kissed her tenderly and whispered "25 
strokes, to your ass, back, pussy, and breasts, my slave."

He unshackled her from the rack and she sank to her knees and crawled behind 
him, hands and knees, to the middle of the room.  He stood her up and 
attached the manacles to a hanging chain.  Then he whipped her.  She quickly 
dropped into a well of pain and submission, silently counting the blows as 
they struck her from all angles and in all places. She lost herself in a 
haze of snapping whips and stinging skin.  She relaxed, sensing the blows on 
one level, but looking at him, at the sweat soaking his shirt, at the 
erection straining the leather pants.  She seemed to be day-dreaming.  Then 
it ended.  The chains lowered and her manacles were released.

Tom led her to the padded horse.  He laid her across it and admired the 
view.  Her ass was perfect...red, welted, gorgeous. He had withheld this 
pleasure from himself the last time they had been together, for he knew what 
it would mean.  But now, he knew it was what he had to do, to take her 
completely, finally, to make her his totally.  He locked her manacles in 
place.  He knelt next to her face and whispered, "I will take you utterly, 
my Rebecca, and make you mine."

She whimpered, "Please, Master, make me Your slave forever."

He attached two silver weights to her nipple rings, letting them hang, pull 
the nipples out.  Suddenly she knew...she was the girl in the card, she was 
the slave about to have...she cringed, remembering how large he was.

He sank his cock deep into her pussy and stroked her there.  She cried out 
her pleasure as her tight wet cunt grasped at him. She was so close.  Then 
he was gone, but still there.  His cock pressed against her rosebud anus and 
pushed, popping into the sphincter.  She screamed...it had been so long 
since her ass had been fucked and he was soooo big!

Tom couldn't resist, couldn't control himself any longer.  He rammed his 
cock into the hot supremely tight, depths of her bowels.  Rebecca howled in 
pain and pleasure.  Her orgasms surged through her, one on top of another. 
He pummeled her, straining as her asshole grasped him, swallowed him.  As 
she screamed and cried and wailed, he did so, too. Finally, far too quickly, 
but after an eternity, he howled like the animal he was and pumped her 
bowels full of his seed.  Rebecca fainted.

........................

When she revived, she was in a tub of warm water, naked, with her handsome 
master in a bathrobe sitting next to her.  He washed her body gently, cooing 
sweet words to her.  As he soothed her, washed her, cared for her bruises 
and welts, she felt love & trust flow through her body.

Tom gave up...he could no longer hide the emotion. He kissed his slave and 
said, "You are the Mistress, I am the slave, Rebecca, for You have won my 
heart."  He cried and kissed her, helped her from the tub, dried her off, 
and took her to the bed.  No manacles now, for they were locked together by 
love.


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