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

Price of Betrayal 2: Tanya's First Session

... to the dungeon and slowly opened the door. Tanya was kneeling to the right of the door in almost the perfect position. Her hair was up off her shoulders, and her eyes were on the floor. I stepped in front of her and pushed my bare foot between her knees. "Wider," I said, nudging them apart. "Yes, Master," she whispered. "In here, do not speak unless asked a question. And you will never, never ask for anything in here. You will not cum in here unless I give you permission, and if I do not let you cum in here, you will not make yourself cum elsewhere. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." I left her and selected numerous implements, laying them all out on a table. Some were brutal, others less so, but this session was to see how much pain she could actually take. If it wasn't enough, this would be her one and only session. I returned to her, grabbed her hair, and yanked her to her feet. She cried out and then bit her lip to stop. "Oh, no," I hissed. "I want to hear you scream. Make all the noise you want. This house is in the middle of ten acres of land, and no one will hear you." I tightened my hand in her hair, and she gasped. "But I want to." I led her to the fuck bench and strapped her down tightly before leaning down to her ear. "See? I remember what you said at Mistress Ella's. Now, tell me what Mistress Ella did to you." "Master, she beat me and fucked me with her strap-on." "Beat you with what?" "Belts, whips, and crops, Master." I arched an eyebrow, but, of course, her ...

... eyes were down, and she didn't see it. "No canes?" "No, Sir, that was going to be this week, but she said she'd save that for your pleasure." I hissed in a breath through my teeth. "What did you just call me?" A shudder ran through her, and she gasped. "I'm sorry, Master." I grabbed her chin and forced her head up and to the right. "See that frame?" "Yes, Master," she whimpered. "That frame is only used for punishment. I didn't think I'd get to use it this session, but I was wrong. Now I get to use it twice." "Twice, Master?" I glared down at her. "Three times," I snarled. She gulped and dropped her eyes. "Now," I said, slamming her head down on the rest, "what did you just call me?" "I called you Sir, Master." "And is that title acceptable in here?" "No, Master." "No, it is not." I unstrapped her from the bench and dragged her to the frame and secured her tightly. I ran one finger down her chest to her perfect breasts. Oh, I was going to enjoy this. "Tell me why you are here." "I used the wrong title, Master, and I didn't answer your question, and..." I viciously twisted her right nipple, and she cried out. "And?" "I don't know, Master," she groaned as I twisted harder. "And you spoke without being asked a question." I let her nipple go and walked around behind her. "One thing you must understand. Punishments do not preempt my original plans. They are in addition to them. This session was to find out your pain limits, and the punishments will help with that." I picked up a ...