Price of Betrayal 1 - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 1

... dinner tonight." "I see. Anything else?" "No, Master." "Did you forget about something?" "Yes, Master. I didn't tell you." "No, you didn't, but that's not what I'm talking about." "I don't understand, Master." "Oh, I think you do." I abruptly grabbed her ponytail and pulled her to her feet. She kept her eyes down and bit her lip to keep from crying out. It didn't matter. By the time I was done, she'd be doing more than crying. "Since when does it take nine and a half hours to go shopping for food?" I hissed in her ear, and then I turned and dragged her to the frame in the middle of the room. I only used the frame for punishment, and she knew it. She shuddered as I released her hair and snarled, "Do not move, and do not speak unless I ask you a question." She nodded her head, and I swiftly and efficiently secured her wrists and ankles to the frame. It was, in turn, secured to the floor and ceiling, so I had no fear that my ministrations would cause it to fall over. "Look at me," I said, and her head came up in surprise. "I want to see your eyes for this." I slowly circled her, and she squirmed uncomfortably as I once again stood in front of her and held her eyes with mine. "Hold still. Now, why are you here?" "For punishment, Master." "And why do you deserve to be punished?" "Because I didn't tell you I was going shopping, Master," she said quietly, her eyes wide with fear. They were about to get a lot wider. "Partially," I said, "but there is a much bigger reason. Can you ...

... guess what that might be?" "No, Master." "No? I think you are lying to me. You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" "No, Master," she whispered. "Which is, in itself, a lie. I think we need a reminder of the rules. We'll jump to number six. What is it?" "Master, rule number six is: Honesty is everything. Without honesty there is no trust, and without trust there is no safety." The desire to strike her almost overwhelmed me, but I held it in check for the moment. "We've already gone over rule number ten about telling me when you leave the house, but there is one rule that you have broken that means more to me than any other." My hand snapped up, and I grabbed her chin, digging my fingers into her jaw. "Take a guess where I spent my lunch hour today." She was unsuccessful in holding back a whimper. "I don't know, Master." "Well, let me give you a hint. There's a river in this place, a large river, and weeping willow trees, and I saw something that I never thought I'd see. What do you think that was?" Her eyes did indeed widen further, and she sucked in her breath. "I can explain, Master." "Explain what?" My voice dropped ominously, and my hand tightened, causing her to cry out softly. "Explain why you were kissing another man while living under my roof? Explain why you spent the day with another man while I was taking care of you? What would you like to explain?" My voice hadn't risen in volume, and I think that scared her more than anything else. "He's just a friend, Master," she ...