Tawnya's Training, Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Tawnya's Training, Chapter 3

... toy left my cunt. He rose from the bed, coming around to untie my legs and lower them to the bed. Then he untiled my tits and removed the clamps, to which I gasped yet again as the blood returned to my poor abused tits. He slapped them lightly to get the blood circulating again and checked them to make sure no damage had occurred. Now clean my cock off, whore," he commanded and stuck his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and he stuffed it full of his cock. I tasted my own cunt juices as well as the musky taste of my asshole as I licked and sucked him clean. Then he did something thatt caught me completely off guard. He reached down and picked me up off the bed and carried me into the bathroom. Sitting me on the toilet seat he then turned on the water in the tub, filling it with warm water. He tested it with his foot, then helped me into the tub, laying me back to soak. He took a washcloth and began to wash me so gently, taking care to be tender around the parts that had seen so much abuse. It touched me that the man who only moments before was tormenting and driving me mad with lust was now to most tender man I ever knew. I looked at him and almost cried it was so sweet and kind of him. When my bath was over, he helped me out of the tub, drying me off, then walked me back to the bedroom and laid me back in bed. This time ...

... he crawled in next to me, taking me in his arms and holding me. "Master, why are you being so sweet all of a sudden? I don't understand," I said. "My little whore, I have put you through the wringer today, but that was because I needed to know your limits. I needed to know how far I could push you so I know where to begin your training. Now that I do, I am caring for you as a Master should. You will always get this kind of aftercare when we play so you will know that I still care for you - despite what we have done that day. You have done well today and I am very pleased. Now it is time for tenderness and cuddling," he explained. "Master, will all our days be like this?" I asked. He raised up on one elbow and his free hand, traced soft circles around my nipple. "No whore, not every day will be like today..." he turned my face gently to his. "but I will do my best to try." I rolled over after that and he came up behind me, spooning me. I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face and kept it there till morning. The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.