Becky's Slave

Becky’s Slave

Chapter 14

As the weeks went by Becky became more dominant over me.  She even took me to a psychiatrist that specialized in submissive life styles.  It was strange at first, talking to someone in such a professional way about my life with Becky.  Becky had learned all she could from Hilda, but she wanted to know more.  Dr. Preston made me feel at ease from the very beginning.  She talked with Becky and I together at first, then I had several sessions with her alone.   After the second session with Dr. Preston, she wanted Becky to remove the chastity device.  She believed it was the only way to take our relationship to a higher level.  I had to learn to control myself.   So, she had me bring Becky to her office the next day.  I was so relieved, not only was to be free of the device, but that the Doctor recommending it.

“Becky, I asked Denny to bring you along today so we could have a discussion about Denny’s chastity.”  I had told Becky the reason for the visit.  I have learned to keep nothing from her.   “It is important that you and Denny grow in your relationship.   And this can only come from trust.  While his obedience is important, and certainly he must obey you, but there is also a matter of trust.”  Mrs. Preston got up from her seat and began walking about the room.   “Denny must learn that he is not to masturbate without your permission, and without the crutch of his chastity device.  You have accomplished his obedience  so far by keeping him in chastity.  And, it has worked.   But it has not built trust in your relationship.  You have not trusted him, and he has not trusted himself.   I propose that you remove the device for a while.  Test him.  Let him test himself.  If he fails, you can always put it back on.  If he succeeds, then he will not only make a better partner, but you will enjoy him even more.”  

Becky remained speechless the entire time.  I too listened intently, afraid to comment, yet deeply moved by what Dr. Preston said.  Finally Becky looked at me.   “Are you prepared for this?   Do you know what this means?”  I knew it was going to be challenging.  The desire to masturbate had  been overwhelming in the past.  “I think so ma’am.  I want to try it, if…if it well help us to…a…help me to be a better husband.”  Dr. Preston sat down beside of me.   “Denny, it will be difficult at first.  It is a natural tendency for you to want to please yourself.   But, you must think of it this way.  You want your relationship to grow.  If it does not, it will become stagnant.  Then it fails.  Do you want that?”   I quickly said no.  Dr. Preston put her hand on mine.  “I know you don’t, so you must try very hard.”  She looked at Becky.  “How often do allow Denny to masturbate?”  I could feel my face turning red.  “I do not really set a time limit.”  Dr. Preston responded with other questions.  “When was the last time he masturbated?  How long had it been since he had previously masturbated?”

Becky explained how I had gone 42 days, and that it had been several weeks since then.  “I don’t want to have a regimented time table.”  She smiled.  “I like for it to be a surprise.”  Dr. Preston seemed to be amused as well.   “I understand.   You like to tease him.  Don’t you?”   Despite the embarrassment of the situation, I was becoming excited.  The more they talked about my masturbation habits, the more I wanted to do it.

Becky finally sighed.  “Well, then it is settled.”  She opened her pocket book and pulled out the key.  Dr. Preston always dressed and fixed her hair in a very professional manner.  She wore dark rimmed glasses and very little makeup.  Yet, she was strikingly hansom.   From the very beginning I had made up my mind to think of her only as a professional.   “Shall we release him now, or should I wait until we get home?”  Dr. Preston answered confidently.   “I think you should release him now.”  She looked at me.  “Denny, by taking this step you are pledging to me and to Becky that you will not use your freedom to betray her.  No matter what happens, you must not masturbate.”  I could feel my face burning.  “Yes Doctor.” 

“Denny, remove your clothes, all of them!”  I looked at Becky, and she slowly nodded her head.  I was not unaccustomed to undressing in front of females, but this was the first time in front of Dr. Preston.   “Hurry Denny!  I have other appointments you know.”  I quickly shed my clothes as Becky and Dr. Preston watched.  I felt my face burn when Dr. Preston saw the panties I was wearing underneath my street clothes.    “Does he always wear panties?”   Becky explained how she makes me dress at home.  I pulled my panties down and stood before Dr. Preston.  “Give Denny the key Becky!”  I was surprised at how quickly Becky responded.  For an instant I thought that Dr. Preston might know Becky personally, but I threw it out of my mind.  “Denny, unlock the device!”  Within a few seconds I was free.  It had been several days since Becky had allowed me to remove it for cleaning and inspection, and that was only for a few minutes. 

“Denny, you are to shave every day now that you are free to do so.  You will do this in morning after Becky has gone to work, or early on the weekends before she awakes.  Any time you experience an erection, you are to think of Becky and your loyalty to her.  Do you understand?”   I nodded my head up and down.  “You are not to touch yourself at all, except under the supervision of Becky.  You will sit down to pee!  Do you understand?”  I nodded again.  “Good, now you may go.  Becky, if you have any trouble, feel free to call me.  I suggest you check his balls every evening when you come in, to make sure they are full.”  I was still embarrassed when I got dressed and left the office with Becky.  The cute little receptionist in the outer office smiled mischievously when we left.   

I grew accustomed to Becky’s demanding ways, finding solace in pleasing her, especially sexually.  I found that pleasing Becky was almost a substitute for pleasing myself.  The exception to that was the relentless tease sessions she would put me through.  At least once a week, usually on a Saturday or Sunday, she would drive me into a state of sexual frenzy.  One particular weekend, it was so bad I thought I was going to go crazy.  It had become even worse after the chastity device had been removed.  I would become very erect, something I could not do when the chastity device was in place.  This made my desires more intense.

“How long has it been Denny, since you came last?” It was Saturday morning, and I could tell she was in one of those moods.  “It has been 6 weeks Mistress.”  That was 42 days, the same length of time she had made me wait before.   “Come her Denny.  I want to inspect you before you service me.”  She lightly teased my balls and cock for several minutes.  The feeling was intense, and precum leaked from my piss slit.   Becky used her finger to remove it and place in between my lips.   The sweet taste excited me even more.  “It has been 42 days again Denny!”   She looked at my throbbing cock.  Her smile and faint laughter told me I would be in store for a long session.  “I bet you would like to cum today.”  I acknowledged quickly, excited that she may let me cum.  My balls ached with desire.  Becky had become a master at taking me to the limit.  She knew exactly when to stop. 

“I want to see how far you can go Denny, you know, without cuming.”   I hated it when she did that.  It was intense, but not satisfying.  She looked so sexy that morning, her large breast almost spilling out of her nightgown, and the faint scent of her sex was heavy in the air. 

“I am not confident yet that you can be loyal to me Denny.”  She massaged my balls and slowly looked up into my eyes, her pouting lips looked so seductive.  “How will I know Denny if I don’t test you?  It is important that you be completely loyal Denny, and I must test you to make sure.”

I wanted to assure Becky.  I didn’t want her to think I was pressuring her, but I wanted her to know that I had been loyal.  “But Mistress, I…I have been loyal.   I have not…I have not done anything bad.  I would not do…”  Becky put her finger to my lips.  “That will be enough talk Denny.  Don’t challenge me.”   I looked down at my erection.  Becky had let go just as the feeling became pleasurable.  “I am sorry Mistress.  Please…please forgive me.  I am only here for your pleasure Mistress.  Please do with me as you wish.”  Becky leaned back on the bed, her nightgown raised up past her thighs, and she spread her beautiful legs.  “That’s better, much better Denny.”   She ran her finger up between the folds of her pussy, lightly massaged her clit.  Then she raised it up toward my face.  A string of wetness was clinging to the tip of her finger.  I slowly inhaled her scent and licked her finger clean.

“You can please me now Denny.”   For the next half hour or 45 minutes I lingered between Becky’s legs, licking and sucking her pussy to several orgasms.   When we first got married, Becky would only have one orgasm if any when we had sex.  Only on rare occasions would she have more than one.  Now it was rare when she did not have multiple orgasms.  She said it was because she felt the freedom to cum.  Now that she was in control, she could have as many as she wanted.  I have counted as many as 10 in one day. 

On this particular day, I would lose count.  

She finally turned over on her stomach and made me worship her ass.  “There will be no more cuming for you Denny until you prove your loyalty to me.”  I was so disappointed that she did not trust me.  “Please Mistress, please trust me.  I have not been masturbating.  I promise I have not.”  Becky smiled.  “Oh, I know you have not.  I would know Denny.  I would know if you were masturbating.  You would not be so tight, so full in your balls.”  She paused for a moment.  “Now shut up and service me!”  Becky lay on stomach for another half hour as I licked and kissed her ass cheeks and ass hole. 

After she came one more time, she rose from the bed and went to the shower.  “You can clean house the rest of the day.  Maybe that will keep your mind occupied.”  Later that morning, Becky left without a word.  I had no idea where she had gone.  I prepared lunch, hoping for her return, but she did not.  At mid afternoon the phone rang.  It was Becky.  “Go to the cleaners and pick up my laundry, we are going out tonight.”  She would not tell me where, only to be ready by 6.  I could hear noise and laughter in the background.  It sounded like a bar or restaurant. 

Becky came home later that afternoon.  She smiled and patted my head.  She walked off to the bathroom, motioning with her finger.  I knew she wanted me to go with her, so I followed.  She quickly raised her skirt and pulled down her skimpy panties.  No sooner than she sat down, a long stream of piss splattered on the water below.  She stepped out of the panties, and kicked them towards me.  “Take them Denny!”  I was already on my knees, and I bent forward to pick up her panites.  I noticed how damp they were.  “Smell them!”  Becky smiled as I pulled them to my face.  Long before they touched my lips the strong smell of semen filtered through my nostrils.  My heart raced as I pushed my nose into the gooey center of the crotch piece.  “Do they smell good Denny?”  I hated the scent, even though I could not admit it.  “Yes Mistress.”  Her panties were totally soaked with cum.   Becky turned toward me and spread her legs as she rose.  I could see cum dripping from her pussy.   Either the man she had been with fucked her more than once or…or maybe there was more than one man. 

“Clean them Denny!  Clean them up now, in front of me.  I want you to clean the cum out of my panties!”  I felt so humiliated.  I thought I have gotten used to Becky’s relentless tease and torture, but this was even worse than normal.  I pushed the crotch of her panties into my mouth and sucked them clean.  The strong taste of male cum lingered in my mouth.  Becky walked toward me and pulled the panties from my mouth and pushed my face into her hairy crotch.  “Clean Me out now!”  My nostrils filled with the scent of Becky’s pussy.  The stale pissy, cummy scent of her pubic hair excited me.  I pushed my tongue into her gooey pussy hole just in time to get a string of cum into my mouth.  It was at the amount of cum inside of her.  She abruptly turned around.  “Now my asshole!”  She pushed my face between her cheeks and I breathed the musty scent of her dirty asshole.  She had obviously been fucked there too.  I felt practically no resistance as I pushed my tongue into her asshole.  Again I was treated to string of cum. 

Becky finally pushed me away and left the bathroom.  “Hurry and get ready Denny.  I want to go back!”  She turned and looked at me.  “Only this time you are going with me.”  My heart jumped as I followed Becky into the bedroom.  She fumbled in her closet for a change of clothes.  ‘You can wear this.  She pulled a dress from the hanger and tossed it to me.   “And this!”   It was the wig Hilda had made me wear.  My stomach was in knots.  She was going to make me dress like a woman, and take me out.  I had to say something.  “Mistress, are we…”  She turned and looked at me with fire in her eyes.  “Shut up and get ready Denny!  I don’t want to hear it!  Just do what I say, or I will put the damned device back on you and throw away the key!  Do you understand me?”

I knew Becky was serious, so I apologized and went to my room to dress.  I could hardly keep my thoughts straight.  I was so scared.  What if people knew who I was?   What if some of my friends…my former friends saw me. 

My breasts had grown consistently over the months, and Becky had purchased several bras for me to wear.  I choose a matching pair of panties and garter belt.  As I smoothed up the hose and attached them to the belt, Becky walked into my room.  She was stunningly beautiful.  She wore an extra short dress and skimpy top.  She looked much taller and sexier in heels.  I knew she would attract men any where she went.  “Hurry Denny!”   I put on the dress she had chosen and walked to the mirror for the wig.  Becky had to help me with some make up, something I had only done once before.   I was so nervous my hands were shaking.   I asked her where we were going.   “You will see.  Now, get the car, I will be out in a moment.  You will drive.”

A few minutes later we were gone, and I could feel the apprehension in my stomach.  It was getting dark as we drove through the far side of town.   The street was lined with bars.  “There Denny!  Pull up in front.”  It was a seedy nightclub.  There were lots of people going in and out, and some just leaning against the building outside.  I felt very nervous as I got out of the care.  Becky was so relaxed and carefree.  It was hard for me to believe that she had been here, much less let somebody fuck her here.  Despite the low class appearance, there was something about it, something romantic, out of the movies perhaps.  I could feel my penis rubbing against my bikini panties. 

Becky moved against me when she came around the car.  “Just do what I tell you to do.  I will do all of the talking.”  We walked through the door and the bar smell hit me.  It was actually exciting.  I suddenly remembered my days as a teenager and young adulthood, going to bars, picking up girls.  We approached a booth in the back, and Becky pointed to one side.  “Sit there!”  Then she went through a door going to a backroom.  I was scared again, sitting alone dressed as a woman made me very uncomfortable.  I kept telling myself.   ‘I am doing it for Becky.  I am doing it for Becky.’  A couple of guys walked past me and winked, and I looked down to avoid them.  I noticed several couples go through the same door as Becky did.  Others were coming out, and then splitting up.  It finally realized what was happening.  The girls were whores.  There must be rooms back in the back.  It was a whorehouse.

A few minutes later Becky returned and sat down.  She looked me directly in the face.  “Well, what do you think Denny?  Are you ready to entertain me?”  I looked at Becky for a moment before I could speak.  My mouth was dry and I tried to swallow.  “I…I don’t know Mistress.  I am not sure what you mean.”   She giggled softly.  “You are going to pick up a man Denny.”  Becky moved her head to the side, continuing to stare at me.  She was tormenting me with her smile.  “You are going to pick up a man Denny.  Then you are going to take him back into one of those rooms.”  She pointed to the door she had gone into.  “You are going to give him a blow job.  Then you are going come back to this booth, and show me the cum in your mouth.”  I could hardly believe my ears.  I must be dreaming, but I was not.  I looked down at the table in total fear of what she had just said. 

Becky reached across the table and put her finger under my chin, pushing it upward.  “Yes Denny, that is what you are going to do.  Now you have two choices.  You can either do what I told you to do, or I will leave.   Without you!  And you will pay hell for disobeying me.  And one more thing.  Don’t try to deceive me.  When you come back to this booth, you had better have someone else’s cum in your mouth.  Is that clear?”  Some how I nodded yes.  Becky smiled again and raised her hand. 

Within a few seconds a man was standing near our booth.  “Hi girls, my name is Leo.  I could sure use some company.”  To make a long story short, Becky asked him to sit down beside of me.  I was scared to death.  He immediately put his hand on my leg.   He did not take long to get down to business, and Becky suggested that I give him a blow job.  She did not tell him who I was, or should I say, what I was.  Becky explained how good I was at sucking cock and eating cum.  I can’t explain how humiliated I felt.   Within a few minutes he was pulling my hand and we went through the door, down the hall, and into a dimly lit room.  He immediately began undressing.  “Take off you dress and show me.”

The next few minutes were the most humiliating of my life at that point.  I don’t know how I managed to get through it.  I kept reminding myself of what Becky said.  I could not afford to make her mad at me, much less leave me in this place.  I began to undress and he immediately noticed the bulge in my panties.  “Take the bra off.”  I removed it and stood before him in my panties, hose, and garter belt.  “Now the panties.  I want to see what is under there.”   I could not help but notice his cock.   It was very large, and already becoming erect.  I thought quickly and stooped to my knees, between his legs.  “Oh, there is no need to do that.”  I pushed my face towards his cock.   He quickly placed his hands on my breasts and began massaging them.  I can’t explain it, but for some ungodly, unnatural reason, it felt good.  Maybe it was because no one else ever touched me there.  I watched as his cock became fully erect. 

“Start sucking bitch!”   My stomach almost turned as I opened my mouth for his cock.  I could smell the musty odor of his crotch.  He put his hand onto my wig and pushed my head down.  I brought his cockhead into my mouth, and the salty sweaty flavor of his penis filled my taste buds. 

For the next several minutes he instructed me as to what he wanted.  “Suck it.  Lick it.  Use your tongue.”  I tried to please him as best as I could.  I wanted to get it over with so badly.  My mouth was filled with the taste of his precum.  Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he began to groan.  “Oh yes.  Oh yes, that’s it!  I am going to cum!  Oh yes.  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!   The first load of his cum shot to the back of my mouth.  He immediately followed with another, then another.  My mouth was filled with his cum.  I remembered what Becky had told me.  I tried not to swallow, but the forth fhot filled my mouth and it began running down my chin.  His cock was so large, there was very little room in my mouth, and he kept pulling my face into him.   “Oh God that was good!  Oh God!  You sure know how to suck a cock.”  He leaned back until he had recovered from his orgasm.  The whole time I was standing on my knees barely able to hold his cum in my mouth.  I wanted to gag so badly.

Finally he began dressing.  I actually helped him so it would go faster.  His manly way worked to my advantage.  He had cum and was ready to go.  I waited a few moments after he left, still straining not to swallow or gag.  Then I flew, down the hallway and through the door to the awaiting booth.   But my ordeal was not over.  In some ways it had only begun. 

Becky was there, but with another man.  He had his arm around her and they were both laughing.  “Oh!  She is back!”  Becky moved forward and looked sternly into my face.   “Did you follow my orders?”  I could feel my face burning with shame as I nodded my head.   “Good!”   She turned her head toward the man and whispered in his ear, but continued to look at me out of the corner of her eye.  He stared at me too.  I did not know if he knew what I was.  I was almost ready to gag.  “Show us!  Show us what you have in your mouth.”  I froze with anxiety.  “Show us!”  Becky’s voice became loud and she looked angry.  “Show us the cum in your mouth!”  I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide.  I could hear them giggling.  Becky laughed.  “You disgusting little whore.   Swallow that cum!”   I immediately swallowed, almost gaging as it went down.  It tasted worse than any cum I had tasted so far.  My face was burning with humiliation. 

“Would you like to get a blow job from her too?”  The man looked at Becky and smiled.  “I would rather get one from you.”   Becky pulled him close and kissed him on the lips.  “What if I let you fuck me, and then have her suck you?  Would you like that?”  This went on for several minutes as I wallowed in shame.  My stomach was in knots and my heart was racing with fear and dread.  I wanted to crawl under the table and hide.  But I knew I must endure.   “Where is your buddy?  Would he like to come with us?  One of you could fuck me in the pussy, and one of you could fuck me in the ass.  Then she could suck you both off.”   The man laughed and began feeling Becky’s legs.  Becky pushed her hand down under the table.  I could hear the sound of his zipper.  Then Becky moved about as she fumbled with his pants.  A few moments later, a smile lit up her face.  “Ohhhhh!  Its bigger than I thought, and hard too.  Would you like a blow job?”  The man pushed his face to Becky’s ear, whispered something, and began kissing her.  

Becky looked at me and winked.  “I think you should get a blow job here at the table.”  The man pulled away and looked satisfyingly at Becky.  “Alright, that’s ok with me.”  Becky tuned and starred at me.  I could feel my face burning with shame.  Would she make me do that?  I felt sick at my stomach as she continued to stare.  The man turned also and looked at me.  Finally the smile faded from Becky’s face.  “Under the table!”   I watched nervously as Becky continued to manipulate his cock.   Then she unbuttoned has pants.  I could hear the snap.  “I said under the table! Now!”   I was frozen in my seat.  I felt totally humiliated.  How could I possibly do this in a crowded bar.  I looked around the room.  There were people everywhere.  But I also noticed that nobody was looking at us.  In fact, there were many dimly lit booths just like ours. 

“I will tell you one more time!”   My heart was beating widely as I slipped down under the table.  I could see the man’s cock.  Becky had it out of his underwear, and she was jacking him off.  His cock was ridged.  I moved towards his crotch, my knees stuck to the gummy concrete floor.  I noticed the musty scent of his crotch.  Becky pulled his pants down until his cock and balls were fully exposed.  “Start sucking! Now!”  I pushed my face towards his cock and opened my mouth.  Within a few seconds I was tasting the salty precum dripping from his piss slit.  “His balls too!”  I felt totally humiliated now, as I moved down and filled my mouth with his sweaty balls.  His musty scent filled my nostrils as Becky played with his shaft.  “Are you ready to cum yet?”   The man mumbled and groaned.   I could not understand what he said, but I could feel him hunching.  “Oh Good!  Suck his cock again.  I think he is ready!”  I was so ashamed, yet powerless to resist Becky.   I placed my mouth over his cock again and took it in as far as I could.   Within moments I could feel him tense up.  “OHhhhhhhhh!  Ohhhhhhhh!!”   Then a large burst of cum hit the back of my throat.  It had a very strong taste.  Following that another stream of his semen shot into my mouth.  I could barely hold it in.  Then a third shot filled my mouth, my cheeks bulged,  and cum began flowing dribbling down my chin.  I swallowed as much as I could, almost gaging as he shot a final load of spunk into my throat.

I was so miserable and embarrassed, the next few minutes was a blur.   I could feel the warm salty taste of my tears, when Becky made me sit up in the booth.  They laughed as the mascara stained my cheeks.  I must have looked a mess.   I was so glad that evening when Becky finally decided to leave.  She fingered her self all the way home.  Becky made me eat her to several orgasms before she fell asleep that night.   I had to lay on the floor beside of her bed, still dressed in the clothes I had worn to the bar.

To be continued in Chapter 15