Chapter 17
Mouse Training
Rebecca sat in her favourite chair of the darkened living room with her four month old son, Chris, on her lap, nursing. Rebecca watched as her son suckled at her breast and smiled at the one last aspect of her life which brought her any joy. She loved her son with all her heart and only wanted the best for him and desperately wanted to do whatever it took to give him a good and wholesome upbringing. She just wondered why her son had to have his father's brown hair and piercing blue eyes, a constant reminder of her Sir and her greatest mistake.
Rebecca stayed only a few days at Monica and Peter's place before she left a note on the table rode a cab into the night. Her limited funds meant she couldn't go too far, so she took the cab to the south end of town and right into a women's shelter in an area of town where nobody knew her. When she got to this small part of town she walked into the women's shelter and told them a story of staring over and wanting to get away from an abusive man. The shelter and the local church rallied around her and they helped her get on her feet. They helped her find her this apartment and even get a job at a day-care centre that one of the parishioners owned.
Rebecca was anything but happy, even though she had finally achieved what she had wanted, a fresh start in a new place. She had finally put her past behind her, but this did not bring her the relief she thought it would. She had ensconced herself in the local Christian community, despite the four short months she had been here. She had many friends and people she socialized with, she should be happy instead of being miserable, like she was.
Rebecca felt alone in a sea of people, not really connecting with anyone around her, never letting them in, and never talking about the past. She was always afraid that her past would catch up with her, yet at the same time not sure if she cared if it did. It was as if she was going through the motions of her old life, yet that life didn't seem to fit who she was anymore. Perhaps the most troubling thing was the fact that she was not sure exactly who she was now, or what she really wanted.
As she sat in the tiny apartment she knew that her greatest mistake was not getting involved with her Sir, but rather, leaving him. She felt worthless and useless, not feeling worthy of happiness and too embarrassed to contact Sir. She knew that it would be too much to expect him to take her back, after publicly running his family down and turning her back on him. It hurt too much to think of her Sir and the loving home and family that she foolishly had thrown away because of her own preconceptions and strict religious beliefs.
Looking down at her son nursing at her breast, she wondered why she had to like nursing him so much. This simple and natural act between mother and child not only felt good in itself but it also served as a reminder of the brief encounter she shared with Rosina. Looking down at the sweet and innocent child, she failed to fathom why Taryn and Karen would get involved with their own children?
After all she had seen and heard at Sir's house she had begun to accept their involvement with each other and was afraid that she might somehow turn out the same. What if, when her son got older, he turned out to not only look like his father but also but be a Dominant? What if when he was older he took control of her like Owen took control of Taryn? Could Rebecca handle not only being involved with her son, but also a Slave of her son?
This frightening thought lingered in her mind despite how much she tried to force it out of her mind while she got her son ready for bed. As she laid him down in his crib that night she smiled at the joy of her life, little man around which her life was now centred.
Crawling into bed that night she fell asleep right away; one of the advantages of being a tired single mother. Her dream that night could only be described as a nightmarish warning of what might come to pass if she was not careful.
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In her dream, time had moved forward twenty years, and now she was fifty-two years old and she had trimmed down a little but still had a larger figure than a woman half her age. Her breasts, which had grown when she gave birth to her son, had shrunk only slightly, leaving her with slightly larger breasts than she had before she had gotten pregnant with Chris.
It was late in the afternoon and her son would be home soon, so Rebecca was scrambling to finish her cleaning before he arrived. She was adorned in her typical attire which was: her Slave collar, wrist and ankle restraints and body-harness. Her body was always on display but she was not worried, as she lived out in the country and she never left the house, nor changed out of this outfit, unless instructed to or she accompanied her Master outside of the home.
The sound of tires on gravel gave her a warning that Master was returning, and Rebecca rushed to put the cleaning supplies away before running to the front door. She made it to the door just in time to be kneeling by the door when her Master returned. The key in the door caused her excitement and fear to rise; she knew that at any moment her Master would enter.
The door opened up and her son, the twenty year old Chris walked into the door with an arrogant confidence and a natural power which emanated from him and caused his mother's pussy to weep in anticipation. Saying nothing Chris lifted his right foot an inch off the floor and Rebecca untied his shoe and removed it. Chris put that foot down and lifted the other foot and Rebecca removed that shoe. Rebecca gathered up both shoes and put them away in a cubbyhole which she could reach while still kneeling. Rebecca leaned forward and kissed both of Chris's feet and kept her face facing the floor as she spoke.
"Welcome home, Master, have I kept your home to your liking?" Rebecca asked submissively, fearful of his response.
Chris looked around the room before with a critical eye before he said, "as far as I can tell."
"Thank you, Master," Rebecca replied, her relief only slightly snuck into her voice.
Chris walked past Rebecca and on into the dining room where he saw exactly what he expected to see, the dining room table with only one place setting set, naturally it was at the head of the table. Rebecca waited until Chris had left the room before she got up to follow him, knowing that it was not permissible to move until then. Rebecca had to run to make it to the dining room table before Chris so she could pull his chair for him. Once Chris was seated, Rebecca retrieved Chris's dinner, which she had warming in the oven, waiting for his arrival. Rebecca placed her Master's dinner down in front of him and kneeled beside him with head bowed and waited for him to finish his dinner, waiting for him to have a need of her.
When Chris was finished eating he got up and walked into the kitchen. Rebecca waited until Chris had left the room before she got up, gathered up Chris's dirty dishes and walked into the kitchen. Chris was pulling down the can of stew as Rebecca entered the kitchen. Rebecca quickly and quietly washed her Master's dishes as he picked up the dog-bowl with the word "Slut" written across it. Rebecca dried and put the dishes away as Chris opened up the can and poured the contents of the can into the dog bowl.
