“Now, this is important. You can have her mouth or pussy as much as you want, but her ass is off limits. That is mine alone. No other cock goes up there, including yours.”
I knew this would really get to him. Not today, but some day. Put something off-limits for a guy to fuck, and he won’t be able to help wondering about it at some point, then wondering a little more, and then obsessing about it until he gets it. I knew we’d get to that point where he had to find out what it was like for himself eventually, but I was going to make him work for it before I changed the rule for him.
“After you’ve cum in her mouth or pussy, or all over her tits for all I care, she is done with her servitude for the night. Remove her collar and leash, give her time for a nice shower or bath, and take care of dinner for her. Something nice. She’s earned it.”
“Something nice…I can do that.”
“Good. Now, let’s talk about the future.”
Rochelle’s eyes perked up at this.
“When I come back, and I do intend to come back…”
Rochelle’s eyes told me that was exactly what she wanted.
“…It’s going to be for a reason.”
The light in Rochelle’s eyes went out a bit. She looked surprised at this. Wouldn’t I just come any old time to tie her up and fuck her brains out on her floor?
“You’ll need to buy a small white-board for your kitchen. It’s going to be used exclusively for listing Rochelle’s infractions.”
“Infractions? What infractions?”
“Misbehavior, acting out, breaking of rules…anything like that will go on the board.”
“But how will I know?”
“That’s up to you to decide. It’s your job as her handler. Every time she exhibits any bad behavior, you’ll list it on the board. When she’s gotten up to five, she’ll need to be punished. That’s when you will notify me. I’ll come out and take my belt to her to teach her a lesson. Then, when she’s been properly punished, she can be used for my pleasure.”
Rochelle looked like she was warming up to this idea. I had a feeling there would be a lot of bad behavior here this week.
“Now, Rochelle here has no say in what goes on the board. I don’t care how she feels about it. I’m her master, you’re her handler, and that is it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“There will be more instructions as we go on, but I think that’s plenty for now. I’m going to leave now. I just want to say that you’ve both done excellent today. It’s been my genuine pleasure to teach you how to submit and take your wife as my new slave. I’m looking forward quite a bit to doing this again.”
“Thank you, sir. And thank you for making me her handler. I think this is going to work out just fine for us.”
I caressed Rochelle’s neck, as I looked her in the eye.
“And you, my beauty, you’re going to be good for your handler, right?”
“Of course, master.”
She was lying through the teeth of her vampish little smile. That whiteboard would be filled by Thursday night at the latest. I knew right where I’d be next Saturday, and whose ass I’d be pounding with my belt in that kitchen. I leaned in for a nice long kiss, then put her leash in Gary’s hand, washed my hands in the little bathroom right there off the foyer, and made my way out.
Not quite the ending…
Not by a long shot…
Rochelle’s written account of our first day together arrived in my email soon after I got back home to LA. Given the timing, I knew Gary was getting his cock sucked and fucking her brains out while I was reading it. If he was putting anything into it, then he was undoubtedly having the best sex he’d ever had in his life. And good for him, he deserved it. They both did.
I’ll choose not to dignify your curiosity about whether Rochelle’s written account inspired me to wank off at the same time. You’re free to think what you like in that regard.
To the surprise of absolutely no one, I found myself making the drive from LA to Rancho Cucamonga again the following Saturday. Rochelle had been very naughty in the week between our first and second meetings, and needed to be punished for it.
So she was.
Now that we had an established arrangement between us, we could get right down to business whenever I arrived. Gary would have Rochelle collared and leashed on her knees for me in their foyer, nice and naked. I tasked him with cleaning her ass out for me as well. He still didn’t get to fuck it, but he sure got to know it better than he ever had before. Within minutes after my arrival, Rochelle would be bent over the kitchen island, getting her butt whipped by my belt. I made sure it hurt, so that she knew she was being punished, and then spent the rest of the afternoon training and fucking her, while finding things for her handler to do for me.
That was our basic routine for quite awhile. It was every Saturday at first, and then started tapering off, as vacations, holidays, work and family obligations took over. Sometimes we’d be back to every week; sometimes it would be down to just once a month.
Rochelle was very faithful. Apparently, the first Dom they had reached out to had been the right choice. I filled her need to be a dominated woman, and she never gave any indication of wanting to look elsewhere or move on. I have to say, she fulfilled quite a few of my needs as well. She was a very obedient slave, with just enough of a naughty streak to make it interesting. I knew she acted out to get marks on the board when she was craving the leash and collar. Gary obviously knew too, and went along with it. I had flings, dates, and friends with benefits of course, but could always take time out to go and punish my slave from Rancho Cucamonga.