Price of Betrayal 1 - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 1

... gates and waited impatiently as they swung slowly inward. After I drove through, they closed just as slowly, but once they were shut, it was as if the outside world ceased to exist. Unlike many gates, mine were solid steel, not bars. The wall in which they were set was almost ten feet tall and made of brick. Security cameras were placed every twenty feet around the perimeter, and they missed nothing. They were calibrated so that when one rotated away from a particular part of my residence, at least one, and often two others were already filming there. I drove into the garage and parked. Then I took a long, deep breath and schooled my face to hide my rage. I walked through the door to the house and into the foyer. I deposited my briefcase and keys on the table beside the door and turned my attention to her. It was five minutes before six o'clock. She was right where she should have been. Her head was bowed, her eyes were on the ground, her hands were clasped behind her neck, and her feet were tucked underneath her as she knelt naked by the front door. On any other day, I would have praised her for her obedience, but that was the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. I walked to stand in front of her. Like the good girl she was, she moved not a muscle. I stood there for several moments, and then I spoke quietly. "Five minutes." "Yes, Master," she said meekly. I turned from her and went into my study and fired up the computer. I wanted to see exactly what time she had ...

... left and what time she had returned. I cued up the security tapes for the front gate and watched as her car left at a little after eight. I frowned. That was shortly after I had left. I fast forwarded until I saw the car again, and the time stamp showed five thirty. The rage built in me again. It wasn't that she was confined to the house while I was gone, but she was supposed to tell me where she was going and how long she'd be. She had done neither and had been gone for over nine hours. I had no doubt where she had been for those nine hours. I powered down the computer and went to my bedroom to change. Normally, I would wear my jeans, but this time, I wore my leathers. That in and of itself would tell her that something was wrong, and, although it was not my goal at other times, tonight, I wanted her afraid. Ten minutes after walking through the garage door, I entered the dungeon. Again, she was kneeling by the door in the perfect position, but I walked right past her without a word. I walked to the chest and pulled out the things I would need, and I did it as quietly as possible. Then I turned to look at her. Her head was down, but I saw her attempting to see what was happening without letting me know. That only fueled the fire in my blood. I slowly walked over until I stood in front of her. "Where did you go today?" My voice was cold and tight. "Shopping, Master," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "And what did you buy?" "Some food, Master. I thought to surprise you with ...