Tawnya's Training, Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Tawnya's Training, Chapter 3

... tightly my knuckles turned white with the strain. It had just been too much. Between the tit abuse, the cunt abuse, then the toying and now his hard, savage fucking, it had just been too much stimulation. I didn't feel it coming on, it happened all of a sudden. With a howl of release, I came... I came hard, my cunt opening up and gushing pussy juice out as my world split apart. I screamed as I came and my legs gave out on me, I collapsed over the sofa, still writhing and convulsing as the earth-shattering orgasm took control of me. I grabbed my head, trying to stop the spinning I sensed there until I just went limp, draped over the sofa like a bath towel. "Did you just fucking cum, whore?" he yelled, as he grabbed my hair and pulled me back upright. He spun me around to face him and held me by my throat. "Did you just cum without permission?" he repeated. "Y.. yes, Master. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it! It just... happened!" I said. "I warned you that if you came without permission you would be punished. Did you think I was kidding?" he said. "No Master," I said. Master was angry with me. I had never seen this side of him, and it scared me a little. "Well, I am going to have to punish you, whore. You are going to have to learn that my rules are not to be broken and when I say something I mean it." "No, Master, please!" I said anxiously. "Quiet, whore! I told you NOT to cum without permission and you did it anyway. I don't care if it was a 'accident' or not, you need to ...

... learn more self-control of your urges apparently," he said gruffly. I stood there trembling as he spoke, his hand still gripping my throat. He released my throat and grabbed my hair pulling me to an empty corner of the living room. He pushed me into the corner and pushed my head into the corner. "Now stand here in the corner and think about what you have done while I get things ready to punish you," he said. Then he pulled my head back to look me in the eye. "Don't you move from this spot, do you hear me, whore?" "Yes, Master, I promise," I whimpered at barely above a whisper. I stood there with my face in the corner just like I did when I was four years old. If I wasn't so worried about what would come next, I might find it strangely sexy and humiliating, but not ever seeing Master so pissed I didn't know what he was capable of. I believed he wouldn't intentionally hurt me, but still I was uneasy. He left me there in the corner and although I couldn't see him (I didn't dare turn around to peek) I head his heavy footsteps as he walked away. I don't know how long he was gone but it seemed like an eternity. Finally I heard those same footsteps heavy on the wood floor. He approached me and pulled me away from the wall by my arm this time. "On your hands and knees, whore," he commanded tugging down on my arm. I dropped to my hands and knees as ordered and he took a handful of my blonde hair, twisting it a few times into a long rope. Hanging on to the end he took a step forward. "Now ...