Rachel Crowe pulled into her driveway and hit the garage door opener. She cursed the thing as she frantically pushed the button several times. She was late and she knew he would be angry.
As soon as the door cleared the roof of the car, Rachel sped into the garage. She had to slam on the breaks to keep from hitting a tool box. She quickly turned off the engine and ripped the keys out of the ignition and began to frantically gather up her belongings. She lost her grip on her purse and watched as it fell upside down in the floor of the passenger side of the car, spilling everything that had been inside.
“No! No! No!” Rachel screamed as she threw her keys on top of the pile. She wanted to cry but instead she just gripped the steering wheel tight and took a deep breath. When she let it out she checked the time. She still had 2 minutes by her dash clock but she knew it was his clock that mattered, not hers. If she was late again he would punish her.
Rachel leaned over to grab her keys but stopped when she caught her reflection in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes looked wild and it surprised her. She stared at herself for a moment. She looked desperate. Rachel wondered when her life had turned so bad. No, bad was the wrong word . . . complicated. She couldn’t remember any one defining moment but then life rarely changes in a flash, it’s more subtle. Things happen in small stages, things you don’t even think about until it’s too late.
Rachel stared at herself and wondered if it was too later for her. Her eyes slid to the clock. One minute left. She felt her heart race knowing what was in store for her tonight. Her heart pounded but not from fear. There was a little fear but that was not what made her heart pound in her ears, she was excited. She felt her breath quickening as she thought about what was to come and she was ashamed by her reaction.
If she hurried she might escape punishment tonight, but did she really want to? Rachel realized that she didn’t and that scared her worse than the idea of being punished, that she actually liked it, liked the pain, the humiliation.
Rachel leaned over the passenger seat and began to slowly pick up all her belongings and put them back in her purse. She calmly gathered the rest of her things from the back seat and got out of the car. She started to smile as walked she toward the door to her home but it was not a happy smile. She knew without seeing her reflection that she had wicked look on her face and she didn’t care.
Rachel was thinking about him and what he was going to do to her tonight. She knew it would hurt, probably even leave a few marks. He had done that before but he was always careful to make sure they were where her clothes would cover them up. This part of her life was secret and he had always honored that.
When she opened the door, her house was quiet. It had been hard coming home to an empty house after the divorce but Rachel had gotten used to it. She stepped into the kitchen and placed all her things on the island and pulled out her laptop. After her computer came up, she signed on to her account at the chat site. Her screen name was la Bestia. La Bestia was Spanish for the beast. A lot of men in the chat rooms made comments asking if that was how she was in bed, but it had nothing to do with that.
Rachel had always loved the story, Beauty and the Beast. But while most girls identified with Beauty, Rachel always identified with the beast. A creature who shied away from relationships, destined to be alone and lonely for the rest of his life. The only problem Rachel had with the fairy tales was that love always seemed to win out in the end. What a load!
In the story, Beauty sees past the appearance of the beast to see the real person inside and falls in love with him in spite of his looks. Rachel didn’t believe that would work if Beauty had been a man. She had seen beautiful women with average to unattractive men all the time. Women fall in love with the person then they become attracted to the body. With men they are attracted to the body then they fall in love with the person. Rachel knew that if Beauty had been a man, there would have been no happy ending. Hell, he probably would have led the march on the castle himself. Life never works as well as fiction.
Rachel was pulled from her thoughts as she heard the voice of Hannibal Lecter saying Hello Clarice then telling her she had mail. Rachel had replaced the regular voice greeting to the celebrity voice clip as soon as it was available. Hearing Hannibal Lecter everyday was very creepy and it amused her.
Rachel did not even have time to check her mail before an instant message window popped up on her screen.
You’re late. I warned you about that.
Rachel felt her pulse quicken and her hands shook a little as she started to type her reply.
I know. I’m sorry. I had to stay late at work. I hope you can forgive me, sir.
Rachel waited for a reply but it didn’t come. She sat there staring at the screen, afraid of what he was going to say next and terrified that he may not say anything at all. Just when Rachel was moving to type to ask if he was still there, his reply popped up on the screen.
I am trying to be patient with you since you are new to all of this but you have to learn how this works. If you can’t live by the rules you need to find someone else to be with.
Rachel’s heart sank. She quickly typed in her thoughts hoping to change his mind.
Please sir, I’m begging you. I am so sorry I was late. I will do whatever it takes to make this up to you. Please just don’t leave me like this. I want to learn, sir. I need you to teach me. It took me so long to find someone I trust, to find you.
Rachel held her breath as she waited for his reply. The screen stayed blank and unmoving for what seemed a very long time. Finally, his reply came through.
You have to learn to do as you are told. When you get things right, you will be rewarded When you get things wrong, you will be punished.
I understand that, sir.
You kept me waiting for 17 minutes today. That is unacceptable
Yes, sir. I understand.
You will accept punishment then?
Rachel paused for a moment wondering what he had in mind. She wanted to ask but knew that was not a good idea. She meant what she had said, she trusted him. They had spent weeks talking and going over boundaries and rules. He had made sure she knew the extremes of what could be done with her and to her. They had agreed on a set of boundaries and he had never crossed those lines, so far.
Yes, I will sir.
Rachel felt herself getting wet as she thought about what was going to happen to her tonight.
Good girl. Now, go put on the black dress I like and all the accessories. Meet me at the corner of Pawnee and Meridian. Park your car in the flea market parking lot and stand on the corner and wait to be picked up.
Rachel started to type her reply when another message popped up.
One more thing Rachel . . . bring the bag.
Rachel looked at the screen unable to move. She wasn’t sure how long she had just sat there but it was obviously too long.
I’ll take your lack of response as a refusal. Goodbye Rachel.
Rachel jumped as she read the words on the screen. She couldn’t imagine not being with him anymore. She had a desperate need to fix this.
No wait! Please, sir. I’m sorry, truly, deeply sorry. I will bring the bag if you want but, could I make this up to you another way? Please, sir! I’ll do anything!
Anything, Rachel? Are you sure?
Yes, sir. Anything you want.
I want you to bring the bag.
Rachel let out a breath that was close to a sob. Her hands trembled as she typed her reply.
Good girl. Go get changed and come to me, now!
With that he signed off.
Rachel copied the text from their chat and pasted into a word document and saved it to her hard drive. She did that with all her chats. She had such a bad memory she often went back over chats to refresh her memory later. Rachel logged off and hurried to her bedroom to get changed.
Thirty minutes later Rachel was standing on the street corner in one of the lower income areas of town. It was not an area that was frequented by hookers but she knew that was what she looked like standing there watching the cars, waiting for her Master to come and pick her up.
She had a feeling that he was close by watching her, wanting someone to stop and make her an offer for the night. The dress he had her put on was a long black Asian style dress. The material was soft and silky and looked embroidered. She nervously ran her hands down her sides smoothing out the material. She was not a small woman by any measure, never had been, she had curves and the dress showed them off.
She turned sideways a bit and the wind caught the material where the dress was slit up the side, lifting the skirt. Anyone passing by could see that she was wearing lace top stockings and a matching garter belt.
Rachel quickly grabbed the skirt and pushed it back down covering herself. She was feeling very self-conscious and getting a little cold. A car of teenage boys passed by and a couple of boys hung out of the windows yelling obscene come-ons to her. Rachel blew them a kiss and followed it by flipping them off.
The boys responded by laughing and making a few more comments as they drove off. While Rachel was watching them drive away, headlights came on behind her. She turned to face the car but couldn’t see with the lights in her eyes. A man got out of the passenger side of the car and came toward her.
Instinctively, Rachel took a few steps back as she tried to get a look at the man approaching her. When he was about 4 feet from her he stepped in front of the headlights and she could see his face. She didn’t know him. Rachel was starting to get scared and began backing up again.
“Stop.” The man’s voice was deep and rumbling as he spoke but it was not harsh. “I’m supposed to ask you for the bag.”
Rachel stopped backing up, she realized that he must know her Master. She wondered if this was part of her punishment. She looked over at the driver’s side of the car trying to see if her Master was there but the lights were too bright to see into the car.
The man quickly stepped forward and took a hold of her arm pulling her close to him, blocking her view of the car. “You really don’t want him to upset him anymore than he already is.” He lifted her chin so that she was looking him in the eyes. He spoke to her, softly this time, “Do you?”
Rachel thought she saw concern in his eyes and she wondered what she had gotten herself into. Without saying a word, she handed him the bag. He took it without looking away from her eyes. He stood there holding her close for just a moment then let her go. If there had been concern for her in his eyes it was gone now. He seemed emotionless as he opened the bag and pulled out a wide collar.
He gripped her shoulder hard and turned her around making her stumble on her high heels. Without a word he fastened the collar tightly around her neck. She could hear him pulling something else out of the bag and heard the clasp click as he fastened the restraining bar to the back of the collar. The bar hooked to the collar and ran down the center of her back to just above her waist. At the end of the bar were two leather cuffs to secure her wrists, making her virtually helpless.
As the man fastened her wrists securely behind her, Rachel looked across the street. There was a convenience store with gas pumps straight across from where they stood. With the headlights behind them she knew everyone across the street, as well as anyone driving past, had a poor view of what was going on. From the front, they looked like silhouettes of two people standing close together but her mind kept telling her they could all see what was really going on. The voice in her head kept telling her they were all going to watch as he used her. The idea excited her more than she would have imagined. Her breath quickened as she felt herself get wet.
Rachel felt ashamed by how wanton she was being and would have dropped her head to try to hide her face but the collar was high and forced her to keep her head up.
The man left her facing the street as he leaned in close to her. Reaching around to hook a leash onto the loop in the front of the collar, he pressed his face next to her. She could feel the stubble where he hadn’t shaved for a few days and felt his lips brush her ear as he breathed in her scent.
The man slid his hand down the front of her body and slid his hand through the slit in the dress, reaching between her legs. He gripped her mound and pulled her back against him, hard. Rachel could feel his erection pressing against her hands. He started moving his hips against her, pulling her back tighter against his body.
The man pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, “Don’t move.” His other hand came up to squeeze her breast. His fingers slide inside the teardrop opening on the front of her dress that was meant to give a glimpse of cleavage. Suddenly, the man shoved his hand in the opening, Rachel could hear the material ripping as he ran his hand over the lace of her bra. Squeezing her breast roughly and pinching the nipple. Rachel could tell that he was having a hard time containing himself but she knew he could only do what her Master, possibly his Master too, would let him.
The man roughly teased her left breast as he moved his hand between her legs. He worked her mound, stroking the lace that covered her. She could feel him trying to stroke her clit through the rough lace material of her panties. Rachel moaned as the man teased her body.
Rachel had quit worrying about their spectators and began to enjoy the sensations. The louder she moaned the rougher he got. The man grabbed her panties and tore them. He pushed his hand through the hole, shoved three fingers deep inside her, nearly lifting her off the ground as he pulled her back against his hips.
He grunted as he ground his erection into her restrained hands. He began trusting faster and she knew he was close to cumming. Just then, something moved across the headlights, drawing their attention. The driver had gotten out of the car without them hearing and was walking toward them.
Rachel and the man stood motionless as they watched the driver step up beside them, it was her Master. He looked at the man, who still had his fingers buried deep inside Rachel. With a tilt of his head, he motioned toward the car. The man grunted his protest and gave Rachel one last hard thrust with his fingers. Rachel gasped as he suddenly withdrew his hands and stepped away. She had to struggle to keep from falling.
He glared at her Master as he raised his hand and began sucking her juices off his fingers and walked back toward the car. She didn’t turn to watch him but could hear when he slammed the door.
Rachel stood in front of her Master. He reached out and took a hold of the leash and pulled her close.
He spoke calmly, as he usually did. “Look at your clothes.”
Rachel looked down as best she could with the high collar on. She was not able to see much, but from cool breeze that was blowing steadily, she knew the front of her dress was torn in several places. The top of her dress was ripped open. At some point the man had pushed her bra cups down exposing her chest. The dress which had been slit to her thigh was now torn, exposing her side up to her stomach. She was certain you could see a glimpse of her torn panties.
Her Master stepped to the side so that Rachel could see across the street. “Now look over there.” He pointed to a few men who had stopped pumping gas to watch the show that she and the man had been putting on. She knew they had only seen silhouettes but she still felt immediately embarrassed and ashamed, mostly because she hadn’t wanted it to stop. At the moment, she desperately wanted to get out of the light and cover herself but he had a firm grip on her leash and with her hands bound behind her she could not get away.
Her Master stepped behind her and spoke into her ear, “look at those men. They know what a slut you are. They saw how much you were enjoying being used. They’ve seen how you crave to be used for sex. Those men over there, watching you, will dream of fucking you tonight. They will go home and grip their hard dicks and think of you, here, tonight. Imagining it was them shoving their fingers deep in your pussy making you moan like the whore you are.” Rachel could feel his breath on her neck as he spoke to her. She wanted him to touch her. She had been close to climax when he interrupted them and she wanted him to finish her off. She started to lean back against him but he moved to stay just out of her reach.
“Do you even realize how much power that gives you over men? I bet any one of them would beg to fuck you. Maybe I should call one of them over. Would you like that?”
“I wouldn’t like it at all,” Rachel said quietly, “I don’t know them, Master.”
“You don’t know my boy either, and yet, you let him use you.” Her Master leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You knew the minute he asked you for the bag, he was going to use you.”
Rachel dropped her eyes and spoke in a quiet voice, “Since he knew about the bag I knew he was connected with you somehow, and I trust you to make sure that he would follow the rules.” Rachel rubbed her temple against her Masters cheek. “And I trust you to keep me safe, always.” Though it was barely audible, she added, “even from myself.”
“That’s a good girl.” He punctuated his remark by slapping Rachel hard on the ass. He then turned her around to face him. He reached out and pulled her bra back into place covering her chest. He reached down and picked up the bag Rachel had brought.
Without saying another word he led Rachel to the car by the leash. He opened the back door and tossed the bag on the seat. He put his hand on the top of her head, the way you see them do on cop shows, to keep her from hitting her head as she got in the car.
The man, whose name she still did not know, was sulking in the front seat. He had unfastened his pants and was slowly stroking his huge erection. You could tell he wasn’t trying to get off but merely keeping himself hard.
When her Master got into the car he didn’t even look at the man. The man spoke first.
“I didn’t get to finish.” He said gruffly.
Her Master let out a sigh and looked at his watch. “Fine. Finish, but make it quick.”
Without hesitation the man climbed over the seat and pushed Rachel face down on the car seat. He closed her bound hands around his dick and began trusting himself against her, humping her hard as he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to an almost painful angle. It didn’t take long for him to cum, releasing his load into her hand.
The man fell on top of her pressing her to the seat. As the last tremors went through his body, Rachel felt his hands going underneath her, pinching her nipple with one hand while probing her mound once more with the other.
Rachel moaned as began to tease her clit. She wanted him to make her cum. She was just about to beg him for relief when her Master spoke.
“Stop. I told you to finish. I did not give you permission to let her finish. She must wait.”
As her Master started the car, the man got up off of her and climbed back into the front seat. Lying there Rachel wanted to protest but she knew it would do her no good to beg, at least not yet. She would have the rest of the night for that. She lay there on the seat feeling the man’s cum running through her fingers and wondered what else was going to happen tonight.