Price of Betrayal 2: Tanya's First Session - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 2: Tanya's First Session

"Patience is a virtue, my ass!" Whoever said that was a fucking moron who obviously never had to wait for anything. I glanced at my watch again and forced myself not to get up and pace. I was in my study, three copies of the contract in front of me: mine, Tanya's, and the new one that was signed by both of us. Ella had printed up my version a week ago, and Tanya had, surprisingly, made only a few changes to it. I was pleased to find out that she had the same hard limits that I did: no breath play, no bodily excretions, no public humiliation, and so on and so on. We had faxed them back and forth until it seemed we were both satisfied with the result. Today would be her first day under my roof, and I was itching to discover her pain tolerance. Sure, she said she was a masochist, but I highly doubted she had ever been with someone like me. Even Ella was no comparison. To waste some more time, I picked up her questionnaires. As I read through them for the thousandth time, I again noted that, assuming the answers were honest and not what she thought I wanted to hear, she had a very high self-esteem. That was good. I hated women who felt so bad about themselves that they used me to punish some perceived fault. Now, don't get me wrong. Inflicting pain on someone else is what I do, but it has to be on my terms, not hers. I am not a therapist or a priest handing out penance and atonement. I am a sadist. I enjoy hurting people who enjoy getting hurt. I looked up when the doorbell rang, ...

... and I smiled. Finally! Leaving the paperwork on my desk, I walked to the front door and held it open. Ella and Tanya were standing on the stoop, the former in front of the latter. Ella gave me a huge smile and reached up to kiss both of my cheeks. Tanya, on the other hand, stood silently, head bowed and hands clasped behind her back. She looked lovely, dressed in a red and black strapless dress that came to mid-thigh and black sandals. I'm a big man, as I said before, and I don't like tiny girls. I like to fit into their holes, and tiny girls are usually too tiny for what I liked to do. Tanya was five-eight, taller than my usual, but I hoped that meant that other parts of her were bigger, too. "Andrew, darling!" Ella said as I gestured them into my home. "So good to see you again!" I chuckled. Ella was flamboyant if nothing else. Tanya followed her meekly and stood just inside the door. "Ella, my love, it's been so long," I teased, and she laughed and slapped me on the arm. "Well," she said, gesturing behind her. "She's here, just as you asked. Now remember, Andrew, dear, you didn't give me much time to prepare her for you. I know how particular you can be, and I'd better not hear of you punishing her for something she didn't know." "Now, Ella," I said, moving her aside and standing in front of Tanya, "would I ever do such a thing?" "Not that I have heard," she said with a small frown, "but there's always a first time for everything, they say." That pissed me off, and I spun ...