Price of Betrayal 4 Tanya Learns Her Limits
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Introduction: Part 2 Patience is a virtue, my ass!
Whoever said that was a fucking moron who obviously never had to wait for anything. I glanced at my watch again and forced myself not to get up and pace. I was in my study, three copies of the contract in front of me: mine, Tanyas, and the new one that was signed by both of us. Ella had printed up my version a week ago, and Tanya had, surprisingly, made only a few changes to it. I was pleased to find out that she had the same hard limits that I did: no breath play, no bodily excretions, no public humiliation, and so on and so on. We had faxed them back and forth until it seemed we were both satisfied with the result. Today would be her first day under my roof, and I was itching to discover her pain tolerance. Sure, she said she was a masochist, but I highly doubted she had ever been with someone like me. Even Ella was no comparison.
To waste some more time, I picked up her questionnaires. As I read through them for the thousandth time, I again noted that, assuming the answers were honest and not what she thought I wanted to hear, she had a very high self-esteem. That was good. I hated women who felt so bad about themselves that they used me to punish some perceived fault. Now, dont get me wrong. Inflicting pain on someone else is what I do, but it has to be on my terms, not hers. I am not a therapist or a priest handing out penance and atonement. I am a sadist. I enjoy hurting people who enjoy getting hurt.
I looked up when the doorbell rang, and I smiled. Finally! Leaving the paperwork on my desk, I walked to the front door and held it open. Ella and Tanya were standing on the stoop, the former in front of the latter. Ella gave me a huge smile and reached up to kiss both of my cheeks. Tanya, on the other hand, stood silently, head bowed and hands clasped behind her back. She looked lovely, dressed in a red and black strapless dress that came to mid-thigh and black sandals. Im a big man, as I said before, and I dont like tiny girls. I like to fit into their holes, and tiny girls are usually too tiny for what I liked to do. Tanya was five-eight, taller than my usual, but I hoped that meant that other parts of her were bigger, too.
Andrew, darling! Ella said as I gestured them into my home. So good to see you again!
I chuckled. Ella was flamboyant if nothing else. Tanya followed her meekly and stood just inside the door.
Ella, my love, its been so long, I teased, and she laughed and slapped me on the arm.
Well, she said, gesturing behind her. Shes here, just as you asked. Now remember, Andrew, dear, you didnt give me much time to prepare her for you. I know how particular you can be, and Id better not hear of you punishing her for something she didnt know.
Now, Ella, I said, moving her aside and standing in front of Tanya, would I ever do such a thing?
Not that I have heard, she said with a small frown, but theres always a first time for everything, they say.
That pissed me off, and I spun around and glared at her. Watch yourself, Ella, or youll 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 hasnt been that long since Terri after all. Im just worried…
I cut her off and took a menacing step toward her. Dont ever say that bitchs name in my presence ever again!
She took a step back but kept her head high and looked me in the eye. Im just worried, she began again, that youll 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, Im 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. Ill 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, Im well aware.
She smiled and left. Tanya hadnt 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 doesnt 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 slowly raised her head. She had lovely hazel eyes, and I relished the thought of filling them with tears.
Tell me the rules.
Sir, rule number one is: Faithfulness and fidelity above all else. Rule number two is: Instant obedience leads to reward, hesitation leads to punishment. Rule number three is: In regards to the dungeon, the Masters word is law. Rule number four is: Respect is required at all times. Rule number five is: If either partner wants to end the relationship, it is ended immediately. Rule number six is: Honesty is everything. Without honesty there is no trust, and without trust there is no safety. Rule number seven is: Sirs partner will maintain the proper position at all times. Rule number eight is: Profanity in everyday conversation is forbidden. Rule number nine is: Personal cleanliness is essential. Rule number ten is: Sir will know the whereabouts of his partner at all times.
Very good. Now, I know you have questions, so ask. I put my hands behind my head and looked at her. I could see her mind working, and then she took a deep breath.
May I ask anything, Sir?
I chuckled, and her lips twitched. You may ask anything, but I might not answer.
She nodded and took another deep breath. How do you know Mistress Ella, Sir?
This time I laughed out loud, and she gave me a shy smile. That is a story for another time, I said. Any other questions?
She shook her head. I dont think so, Sir. Not at this time.
I raised an eyebrow. Are you sure?
Yes, Sir. Im sure Ill have more later, though.
Im sure you will. I stood up and offered her my hand. Come with me.
She looked startled, but she placed her hand in mine, and I led her through my home, showing her where her room was, where mine was, and finally, we stood in front of the dungeon door. I looked at her and tipped her chin up so that her eyes met mine.
Inside this room, I said, or occasionally before we get here, we are no longer partners. I am your Master, do you understand what that means?
I think so, Sir, she said, and I saw her pupils dilate.
I released her and stepped back, gratified to see her eyes drop. This door is never locked. I have no servants to hide anything from, and I never have guests over. When I tell you to come here, you will be completely naked, and you will kneel just inside the door with your head down and your hands clasped behind your neck. Your hair will be either braided or put up in a bun, and you will wear no makeup. Do you understand?
Yes, Sir.
Remember, Tanya, once through that door, you will call me Master. Each time you forget, and you will, I will hurt you. Do you understand?
Yes, Sir, she breathed.
Are you sure you want to continue?
Oh, yes, Sir, please.
Her voice had a hint of a whine at the end, and I frowned but remembered that I hadnt told her my feelings about begging yet.
Be ready in five minutes, was all I said, and then I walked away. In my room, I changed into my jeans and that was all. I went back 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 wasnt 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 Ellas. 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 didnt see it. No canes?
No, Sir, that was going to be this week, but she said shed 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. Im 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 didnt think Id 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 didnt answer your question, and…
I viciously twisted her right nipple, and she cried out. And?
I dont 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 thin leather strap. Since this is your first time here and your first offenses, I will strike you five times for each offense. Do you have a safe word?
Yes, Master. Blossom.
I smirked. Ella was consistent if nothing else.
Understand that if you safe word during a punishment, you end this relationship, but you may safe word at any other time without consequence, do you understand?
Yes, Master.
I stepped back and slashed the strap across her ass. She only gasped, which pleased me immensely.
One, I said softly, watching her white skin redden.
The second strike was almost right on top of the first, and she whimpered.
Two.
The final three strikes with the strap caused her ass to be a lovely, bright red, like a bad sunburn, and all I had managed to force from her was a small cry. Next I grabbed a split-end whip and proceeded to lay five stripes across her back, but she still only gave out soft cries. I walked around her and brought her face up. A few tears were running down her face, but that was all.
Fucking amazing, I murmured.
Last, I decided to see how she did being caned, given this would be her first time. I chose a long, thin birch cane and held it in front of her eyes for just a moment, a shiver of delight running through me when those eyes went wide. Then I stepped back and struck it against the front of her thighs. She cried out loudly, and the sound went straight to my groin. With the second strike, the cry turned into a scream, and by the fifth, her screams were filling my ears. I placed the cane on the table and undid her restraints. I moved her to the bench and strapped her down again, knowing that the welts on her thighs were now pressed up against the leather.
Now for my original plan, I said, and I took three sets of clamps from the table and showed them to her. Do we continue?
Yes, Master, she sobbed out.
Are you sure?
Yes, Master.
Good girl, I said, and then I attached the clamps to her pussy lips and pulled them wide as I tied them onto the bench. Then I attached a fourth clamp to her clit and added a small weight. She cried out again, and I slid one finger into her snatch. She wasnt as wet as when shed been watching me with Ella, but I wouldnt have cared either way. Her cry turned into a moan, however, and I added a second finger and then a third. Those three fingers were just about as big around as Ellas fist, I knew, and when I added a fourth, Tanya grunted in pain. My cock was only semi-hard by this point, for I wanted screams. I rammed my hand into her cunt, trying to get one from her, but she only groaned.
Fuck me, I muttered and added my thumb. This brought a small cry, but not the scream I wanted. She amazed me. Every other girl I had brought in here for her first time would have been screaming and writhing at this point. I pulled my hand out.
Tanya, I said, grabbing a different cane from the wall, this one just as long but thicker, how many men have you fucked?
Two, Master.
And did either of them hurt you?
No, Master.
I swished the cane through the air and saw her flinch. Ah, it seemed the cane was her weakness.
Do you want me to hurt you, Tanya?
Oh, yes, Master.
Really hurt you?
Yes, Master.
I brought the cane down so that it landed just below her ass cheeks. I used just enough force that I knew it would bruise. She did scream then, but it was not loud enough, and I struck her again, this time a little higher. Her scream was louder, and I hit her again and again and again, striping her ass and thighs and calves until there was barely a spot that wasnt welted. Her screams caused my cock to stiffen, and I dropped my jeans. I dropped the cane and spread her ass cheeks, another scream coming from her as I pressed my thumbs into her welts. Without a word, I slammed my cock into her pussy, which was now slick with her natural lube. She cried out and fisted her hands.
Fuck! I groaned, knowing that the pain turned her on. I pounded her briefly, and her cries turned into groans. I could feel her start to stiffen, and I pulled out and slapped her ass hard. I moved to her head and grabbed her hair. She automatically opened her mouth, and I said, No teeth, or I will show you what real pain is. Do you understand?
Yes, Master, she said, eyeing my cock warily.
Good. I slowly slid my cock into her mouth to see how much she could take. She obviously hadnt sucked cock much, though, because she kept her tongue in the way, and only let me in about halfway. Fuck this, I said and pulled out. I slapped her face hard, and she gasped. Open your fucking mouth, I snarled, and stick out your tongue. She hesitated for a second before obeying, and I grinned. Wrong decision, I said, and I grabbed her chin and pulled her mouth open wider before shoving my dick down her throat. She gagged, but I just grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth, giving her just enough time to suck in a breath when she needed it. I could feel the tip of my dick hitting her throat, and I knew that shed have trouble swallowing later. I continued to brutally face fuck her until I felt my climax approaching, and then I slammed into her completely and held her still while my cum shot down her throat. Shit! I mumbled as I pulled out, but she closed her mouth too soon, and I felt her teeth scrape my head. She knew it, too, because she shuddered, and a whimper escaped her.
It was time to make her scream until her voice gave out. I was pissed that she had tried to deny me her throat, and then she had hesitated and used her teeth, however unintentional the act might have been. I grabbed the smallest speculum from the table and moved behind her without letting her see it. You fucked up, Tanya, I said. Tell me why.
She was crying softly and correctly told me her three mistakes.
Correct, I said, and I looked at her puckered asshole. It obviously hadnt been used much, but I was going to remedy that situation now. Three mistakes, three punishments. Rather than transfer you to the frame, I will administer your punishment as you are. Remember, if you safe word during this, it is the same as saying you want to leave my house. Do you understand?
Yes, Master, she whined, and the sound grated on my last nerve. I stepped back and slammed my hand down on her ass. She yelped.
Never, never, never whine at me! You may cry and scream, but never whine! Do you understand!?
She took a deep breath and trembled. Yes, Master, she whispered.
I stuck my finger in her ass and ran it in a circle. Fuck, she was tight. I wasnt completely sure I could get the speculum in her yet, but I was going to try. I added a second finger, and she cried out. Are you an anal virgin, Tanya?
Yes, Master.
Fuck, this was going to be fun. Why didnt Mistress Ella fuck your ass?
She tried, Master, but she said I wasnt ready.
Well, youre not ready now, either, but its going to happen anyway. I stretched my two fingers apart and slid the speculum between them. I barely got it in her asshole, and she did scream at that point. Music to my ears. First punishment, Tanya. I turned the screw on the speculum and drank in her scream as her hole opened a tiny bit. I turned it again, and she screamed again. Millimeter by millimeter, I stretched her out until the first drops of blood slowly trickled down her taint. When I stopped, she was alternating between gasping for breath and whimpering. I left it in her.
Second punishment.
She groaned, and I wasnt sure if it was in fear or pleasure, but I chose a single tail whip from the wall and snapped it in the air. She groaned again, but there was no mistaking the desire in it this time. That was going to stop now. Pleasure while fucking was fine, but punishment was all about the pain, not the pleasure. I brought the tip of the whip down directly on her now extended clit, and she shrieked.
One.
I chose the most sensitive areas of her body to lay the tip: her stretched out asshole, a previous welt, the sides of her breasts, even the inside of her cunt since the clamps were still holding her open for me.
Ten.
I replaced the whip on the table and looked at Tanya. Tears were streaming down her face onto the headrest of the bench, and her entire body was shaking. It was a glorious sight, and my cock was throbbing.
Third punishment.
I walked behind her again and inserted three fingers in her red, hot cunt. She may have been in agony, but she was still wet, and I knew this was what she needed to get off. I added my fourth finger and thumb and stretched them out. Added to her stretched ass, I thought this might be too much for her, but I was wrong. Yes, she howled and cried, but that was all. I slowly worked my knuckles into her, rotating my hand every few centimeters to stretch her out more. The sounds now coming from her had nothing to do with desire. Finally, my knuckles were forced inside her, and I started furiously fisting her hitting her cervix with every thrust. After only a few minutes, despite her screams, I felt her inner walls tightening around my hand, and I bent over her to make sure she could hear me. Dont you fucking dare cum! I hissed into her ear. You have not earned that right. Six punishments in one session does not give you that right. Do you understand?
Yes, Master, she said through clenched teeth.
I continued to fist her until she could barely breathe, and then I pulled my fist out and immediately replaced it with my cock. I pounded into her for only a few minutes before a powerful climax slammed through me. Holy fuck! I grunted as I bottomed out in her. I could feel her still trying to control her own orgasm, and I pulled out slowly, tormenting her. She cried out, but it wasnt in pain this time. It was pure, unadulterated frustration. I removed the speculum roughly, provoking only a loud grunt, and I knew she was a true masochist. Then I squatted in front of her.
Look at me.
She raised her tear-stained face and stared at me glassy-eyed.
I am going to fuck your ass, now, but the punishments are over, so safe word if you need to. Do you understand?
She nodded weakly, and I took her face in my hands. Answer me with words, Tanya. Do you understand?
Yes, Master, I understand.
I wasnt sure she was with me, though. What do you understand?
Master, I understand I can safe word if I need to.
And what is your safe word?
Master, my safe word is blossom.
Good girl, I said, kissing her forehead. Moving behind her, I saw that her asshole had stopped bleeding, but it was red and raw. I knew that I was about to cause her more pain, perhaps the worst yet, and I relished the thought. I thrust into her slick pussy a few times to lube up my cock. I know lots of porn stories talk about ass fucking without lube, but Ive found it fucking burns, and Im most definitely not a masochist. Im more than willing to use a dildo or vibrator dry, but not my own dick.
After getting slick, I slowly entered her ass. Despite the use of the speculum, it was still fucking tight, and I groaned as I slid in. Tanya only whimpered. I made it halfway before her body stopped me. I wasnt kidding when I said this wasnt a punishment, and while I knew fucking her ass would hurt, there wasnt any reason to make it hurt any more than it needed to. Besides, I never used my cock as punishment. For pain, yes, but not for punishment. I slowly slid out and back in, going a little farther. I continued this until I felt the pussy clamps on my balls. At that point, I said, This is going to hurt, Tanya, and I slid almost all the way out and slammed back in. The howl that was ripped from her throat almost caused me to blow my load right then, but I paused briefly and held back. When I felt that I was once again under control, I started a merciless pounding of her ass. Anal pounding was my favorite way to climax, which is why I saved it for last. Usually, the third time lasted the longest, and I trembled as I tried to make it last this time. Tanya groaned beneath me, and her hands were fisted tightly. She was thrashing her head back and forth as much as she could under the circumstances.
Do you want to cum, Tanya?
Yes, Master, she groaned.
I pounded her harder, my own climax building. Only after I do. Do you understand?
Yes, Master. This time it was more of a whimper, and I felt her begin to shake. The sensation as I plowed into her was too much to take, and I grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruises and slammed into her one last time before my release came.
Fucking hell! I cried out, my cock pulsing and throbbing inside of her as she pumped the last meager bit of my cum out of me. Tanya was still whimpering and shaking, though, and since she had far exceeded my expectations, I reached down and removed the clit clamp and thumbed it viciously. Within seconds, another scream was ripped from her throat, but this one was only filled with pleasure, and I grinned.
I pulled out of her as her tremors continued, and I unstrapped and unclamped her. She didnt move, and I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, and there was a small smile on her lips. She was fine. I brushed the hair off her forehead and kissed it softly.
Ill be in my study in twenty minutes if you want to talk. It wasnt a question, and I really hoped she didnt answer me. I was exhausted, and I wasnt in the mood to punish her again right now.
She stayed silent, and I slid my jeans on and left, shutting the door behind me. I took a long, hot shower, dressed in a different pair of jeans and a blue button-down shirt, and went to my study to wait for her. If she wasnt there in five minutes, I would assume she didnt want to talk.
Three minutes later, she stood in the doorway, dressed in nothing but a light, cotton robe that barely covered her ass. Sir, may I come in?
Please do, I said, standing up and moving around my desk. Sit. I gestured to one of the chairs.
She eyed it with distaste. Respectfully, Sir, Id rather stand.
I chuckled and took her chin in my fingers. Look at me, I said softly. Her eyes came up. Talk to me. How do you feel?
She smiled shyly. I have never hurt like this before, Sir.
You didnt safe word.
No, Sir. Im in so much pain, but Ive never had a climax like that before, either. No one has ever been able to make me feel like this before, Sir. Not even Mistress Ella. Thank you.
I took her face in my hands and kissed her. I then fisted one hand in her hair and wrapped the other around her waist, pulling her close. She cried out weakly, but her hands came around me and fisted in the back of my shirt as she returned the kiss fervently. I was breathing hard when I released her, and I stepped back until I was leaning against my desk. Twirling my finger in the air, I said, Turn. Let me look at you. She smiled and did as I said.
The robe exposed everything below her ass, and I saw that several of the welts were also bruised. She wouldnt be sitting down anytime soon.
Youre stunning, I told her, and she smiled even as she lowered her eyes. Do you have any questions?
Yes, Sir, she said, and we spent the next two hours talking. The vast majority of that time was spent by me dreaming of our next session.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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