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

Price of Betrayal 2: Tanya's First Session

... around and glared at her. "Watch yourself, Ella, or you'll find yourself on the frame instead of her." She said nothing, but she bowed her head respectfully for an instant. "Sorry. I just want you to be careful. It hasn't been that long since Terri after all. I'm just worried..." I cut her off and took a menacing step toward her. "Don't ever say that bitch's name in my presence ever again!" She took a step back but kept her head high and looked me in the eye. "I'm just worried," she began again, "that you'll get angry and lose control." I brushed her hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear before trailing my hand down her neck and grabbing the hair at the nape of her neck forcefully. I yanked her head back and loomed over her, pleased beyond measure to see her eyes watering. "I have only lost control twice in my entire life, and you know why. I rarely get angry, you know that, but right now, I'm well on my way. Now, get the fuck out of my house." I released her, and she adjusted her suit jacket as if nothing had happened. "I'll leave, darling," she said as she reached up a hand and actually patted my cheek, "but know that there will be consequences if you do lose control." "Oh, believe me, Ella, dear, I'm well aware." She smiled and left. Tanya hadn't moved an inch, and I stepped back in front of her. "First thing," I said softly. "You are to call me Sir or Master, but Master is only to be used in connection with the dungeon. In every sentence you utter to me, ...

... you will use one of these titles, do you understand?" "Yes, Sir," she said, quietly but firmly. "Good girl," I said, circling her and running my finger around her neck, eliciting a shiver from her. "Second thing. If you have something to say outside of the dungeon, simply be respectful about it, and I will listen to you. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Third thing. You will never make eye contact with me inside or outside of the dungeon. I may make it with you, but you will never initiate it. That doesn't mean your head always has to be down outside of the dungeon, it just means no eye contact. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Last thing for now. You are not my slave outside of the dungeon. You are my partner. I expect you to obey me and always be respectful, but I am not interested in a simpering weakling who has no brains and cannot think for herself. You may refer to yourself in the first person. I have no desire for humiliation or degradation. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Good. Follow me." I walked past her into my study, and she followed, her hands still behind her back and her head still down. I gestured to one of the chairs in front of my desk, and she sat while I walked around the desk and claimed my own chair. She had moved her hands to her lap, but they were still clenched tightly. "Relax, Tanya," I said quietly, leaning back in the chair. She took a deep breath and loosened her hands a bit. "Look at me. I need to see your eyes for this part," I said, and she ...