Price of Betrayal 3: Tanya Makes a Decision - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 3: Tanya Makes a Decision

... me inside and up a staircase to the second level. "Where are we?" I asked. "A friend's place," she said. Then her eyes went wide. "Sir." I grinned. "Oh, my dear Tanya. I am going to enjoy this." She pressed her lips together as she unlocked a door and held it open for me. I stepped into a small apartment consisting of what looked to be four rooms: a kitchen, living room, bedroom, and bathroom. Tanya stepped in behind me and shut and locked the door before standing in front of it, head down and hands clasped behind her back. I turned to her. "Neighbors?" "No, Sir, they all work." "Nevertheless, we can't risk someone calling the cops, can we?" "No, Sir," she whispered. "Bedroom, two minutes," I said and smiled as she almost tripped over her feet to obey. I placed my briefcase on the kitchen counter and opened it. It was full of lecture notes for my next class and a stack of papers I had to grade, but I pulled all of that out and set it beside the case. Then I ran my fingers along the edge of the bottom until I found the tiny tag I was looking for. Lifting it, the bottom swung up and revealed my emergency stash of restraints. I pulled out the duct tape and four lengths of rope and walked to the bedroom. I stuck my hand through the duct tape roll and held the rope in the same hand. Like the good girl she was, Tanya was kneeling naked by the door, and she was trembling. Again, whether it was with fear or desire, I wasn't sure, but she was here for punishment, not pleasure. Well, ...

... not hers anyway. I grabbed her hair as I passed her, causing her to yelp. She had gone to work with her hair down, but had managed to put it up in a messy bun. Her clothes were scattered by the door, and I made a mental note to tell her to be neater with her things. I was pleased to see that the bed had four posts, which I was about to put to very good use. "Will your friend mind if we use the bed?" I asked softly. "No, Sir," she said, and I yanked her head back, eliciting another yelp. "This is the dungeon now, Tanya. Do you want to try that again?" "Yes, Master," she gulped. "No, Master, my friend won't mind." "Good." I threw her on the bed face down, and she lay there unmoving. "On your knees," I said, keeping my voice low, "chest on the bed." She shivered and complied. "Grab your ankles." Again, without hesitation, she did as she was told. "Good girl," I said as I tied her right hand and ankle together before securing them to one post. Then I repeated the process with her left ones. When I was finished, I pulled her knees apart and secured them to the posts as well. "We have what, about twenty minutes before you have to be back at work?" "Yes, Master." "Hmm. Not long enough for what I was thinking. I guess that will have to wait until after work. However..." I pulled a long strip from the duct tape and placed it over her mouth. Her eyes went wide. "As much as I love to hear you scream, my dear, someone might hear, and I have no wish to explain this to the police, do you?" ...