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Introduction: Part 4 When I got home at five till six, my hands were shaking, I was so excited, and I actually dropped my keys on the floor as I was putting them on the table by the door. The house was deathly quiet, and I just as quietly went to my room and changed into my leathers. Then I prepared her room for the aftercare I knew she would need. Barefoot, I made my way to the dungeon.

Tanya was right where she should have been, and the first thing I noticed was that she was already trembling. I frowned slightly as I pulled four implements from the wall: a split-end quirt, the thin birch cane I had used on her the first session, a crop, and a short whip. I grabbed some other needed supplies from the chest, and I put them all on a table by the wall. Then I dragged a waist-high bench next to it, setting it perpendicular to the wall before attaching it securely with several clasps. Then I walked over to Tanya and stood in front of her. Her trembling intensified, and I grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. She whimpered and bit her lip, and a single tear trickled down her face. Fuck, she was really scared. As I said before, my goal was to hurt my partner, not necessarily scare them. If they really fucked up and deserved severe punishment, sure, they should be terrified, but that wasnt the case here. I moved behind her and wrapped one arm around her and pulled her to me.

Remember, I said softly, you must safe word during the beating if you need to. Do you understand?

Yes, Master. Her voice shook.

Good. First, though, you owe me punishments. I have decided to combine them. I pointed at the bench. Go and kneel, facing the wall.

She immediately did as she was told, her head down. With the punishment I had in mind, at first, she would feel pleasure–until it turned into pain. The bench was almost two feet wide, and I secured her ankles and knees to the edges. Two more straps went over her thighs just below her ass so she couldnt raise her hips. Then I pushed her chest down and ran two straps across her back, one just under her arms and the other over her waist. Finally, I stretched her arms over her head and shackled them to the wall. She could squirm a little, but actual movement was impossible. I stepped back, slapped her ass hard, and said, Ill be right back. Let her wonder what I was going to do.

I left the dungeon and grabbed two bottles of electrolyte water out of the kitchen fridge. What was about to happen would be exhausting. For both of us. When I reentered the dungeon, I immediately saw that Tanya was aroused. Her exposed cunt glistened, and that boded well. I stepped up behind her and ran my finger down her spine, causing her to shudder. I set the water on the table and picked up an electric wand and an eight-inch dildo. I turned on the wand and trailed it down the same path my hand had just taken. Today you came when I warned you not to, I said as the wand made it to Tanyas ass, and she shivered. Therefore, your punishment is two-fold. First, I will keep you on the edge for a while. Then… I ran the wand along her inner thighs. …you will cum until you pass out. I pulled the wand from her skin. Do we continue?

Yes, Master, she breathed, and I smiled.

One other thing, I said, placing the dildo between her shins and running the wand along her ass crack. You may say anything you wish tonight, now or later. You will not be punished for anything that comes out of your mouth, even if you tell me to go fuck myself. As long as you address me properly, of course. I chuckled darkly. You may even ask me to stop. Because you probably will. Remember, though, right now this is punishment. If you safe word, were through. Do you understand?

Yes, Master.

I smiled and knelt behind her. I turned off the wand, placed it underneath her, and locked the end of it into a clasp between her knees. Then I adjusted the clasp until the bulb of the wand was resting on her clit. I raised a metal bar and snugged it under the wand so it couldnt drop. I glanced at the clock. It was six fifteen. I placed one hand on the wands switch, and after I switched it on to its lowest pulse, I kept it there. She immediately moaned with pleasure. I grinned. That would change soon. I leaned forward and dragged my tongue from the base of her clit, over her slit, over her taint, to her asshole. This I lightly traced before reversing my path. Tanyas moans got louder.

Feel good?

Oh, yes, Master, she groaned.

I continued to lick her, occasionally fucking her with my tongue until I felt her stiffen. I instantly leaned back and shut off the wand. She shuddered and grunted. I smiled. I looked at the clock. Two minutes passed before I turned the wand back on and resumed my oral assault. Four more times, she stiffened, and four more times, I shut off the wand and watched the clock.

Fuck! she muttered, and I held back a laugh.

Have you ever experienced orgasm denial before, Tanya?

No, Master, she said through gritted teeth.

Fucking sucks, doesnt it?

Yes, Master, she said with a loud groan as I once again turned on the wand. This time, however, I grabbed the dildo and slid the entire length into her wet snatch.

Fuck me! she yelled, and this time I did laugh.

Oh, I fully intend to, darling, but not yet.

I looked at the clock. It was six forty. I moved the dildo in and out of her until she moaned loudly, and then I removed it as I shut off the wand.

No, Master! she screamed.

Do you want to cum, Tanya?

Yes, Master! Please!

I said nothing for another minute and then turned the wand on again and began fucking her with the dildo. For the next thirty-five minutes, I brought her to the edge and then backed off, again and again and again, until she was sweating and shaking and squirming in her bonds. Finally, after an hour, I shut off the wand and pulled out the dildo. I grabbed one of the waters and downed half of it. I moved to Tanyas head and held her chin up while I gave her a drink. Then I ran my finger along her temple.

Shall I let you cum now?

Oh, yes, please, Master, please, she groaned, and I threw the empty bottle in the trash before peeling my pants off and standing between her legs. I ran my hands along her back, down her ass, and down her thighs, and she moaned. I turned the wand on the lowest setting and stroked myself as I watched her.

It only took moments before her first orgasm slammed through her, and she let out a high-pitched wail as her entire body spasmed. As she came down, she gasped, Thank you, Master, and I chuckled.

Until you pass out, remember?

She nodded, and I seriously doubted she realized that she would be just as miserable from multiple orgasms as she was from being denied. I continued my slow masturbation until she had her third climax, this one eliciting more of a whimper than a pleasured moan. I reached underneath her and clicked the wand to the highest level, and when she groaned, I knelt behind her and proceeded to lick her slit and ass and to tongue fuck her. Combined with the wand, she climaxed twice more while I did this.

When I stood up, I walked around to look at her. Her eyes were glazed, but she was still conscious. Her breath was coming in shallow gasps, though, and I knew she was close to passing out. I moved back around her, grabbed her hips, and slammed into her pussy. She cried out and almost instantly had another orgasm. I pounded into her until I reached my own release and shot my load deep into her. I slid out and ran my hand down her back.

Still awake?

She just nodded, and I knew it would only take one or two more before she was out. I grabbed the dildo and slid it into her pussy before using my hand to make myself hard again. When that was done, I pulled out the dildo, lubed up my cock, replaced the dildo, and slammed into her ass. She barely moved. That was fine. This was for me, anyway. While I fucked her ass, she had another orgasm, more from the wand than from me, I was sure, and then she went limp. I stilled with my dick deep in her ass.

Tanya? No answer. I chuckled as I shut off the wand and pulled out of her. I left her where she was as I finished myself off. Not nearly as satisfying, but it would do…for now. I carefully unstrapped her, removed the wand and dildo, and laid her on her stomach on the bench. I left her there, grabbed my pants, and went to my bathroom to take a quick shower. Then I redressed in my leathers and went back to the dungeon. By the time I got there, her eyes were open, and she was sitting up on the bench, looking around in confusion. Her head turned toward me, and I tensed, thinking she was about to earn herself another punishment, but she dropped her head and stared at the floor. I sat on the table and watched her for a moment.

How do you feel?

Tired, Master, she said softly.

Understandable. Can you continue?

Her eyes widened, and she winced, but then she sat up straight, adjusted her position on the bench so that she was kneeling, bowed her head and clasped her hands behind her neck. Yes, Master, she whispered.

Good girl, I said, and I got off the table and walked to her. I moved behind her and drew my finger along the bottom of her neck. What happens next will fulfill two purposes. One, seeing you bleed will give me intense pleasure. Two, I need to find how far I can go before you safe word. It hasnt happened yet, and some of the things Ive done have been pretty brutal, but I promise you, you will safe word this time. If you pass out, I will revive you and continue. Your body may not be able to handle what your mind knows you can, and I will find your pain threshold tonight. Nod if you understand. She did. What is your safe word?

Blossom, Master.

Rule number six. I am being honest with you about what is going to happen, but I need to be able to trust you to safe word when needed. Do you promise?

Yes, Master, I promise.

Good girl, I repeated and grabbed her hair. I yanked her off the bench and dragged her to one corner of the room. Stand here and dont move. I pulled the table closer and then bound her hands together and clipped them to the chain hanging from the ceiling. Then I spread her feet and clipped them to eye hooks in the floor. Last, I wrapped a thin chain around her waist and ran the straps coming from it to two poles on either side of her so that she couldnt twist too much. I stepped behind her and picked up the quirt. I stayed silent until she squirmed with impatience, and then I laid the quirt hard against her ass, and when she screamed, my cock responded. She was already so welted and bruised that the tips broke the skin, and a small drop of blood oozed out until it trickled down her leg. I sucked in a breath at the sight and forced my dick to behave. I had decided to give her ten strokes with each implement, rotating them as many times as necessary to get her to call it quits. I laid all ten strokes of the quirt on her ass, drawing blood with four of them, and the combination of the sight and her screams had me the hardest Id been that night.

Next I moved to the whip, and I methodically laid the tip on her nipples, her clit, her ribs, and her thighs, snapping it hard enough to draw blood each time. Her screams intensified, but she didnt safe word. I was breathing hard, and my dick was throbbing. I picked up the crop and snapped it all ten times on her bleeding clit. That only increased the blood flow, and I inhaled deeply, the coppery scent of blood fueling my sadistic passions. By the time I finished, she was gasping for breath and whimpering softly, her chin on her chest. I grabbed her hair and yanked it back.

Still with me?

Yes, Master.

No safe word yet?

No, Master.

That turned me on even more, and I unfastened my pants, held her hips tightly, and buried myself in her cunt with one thrust. She cried out weakly, but then groaned, and there was no denying the pleasure in the sound. I pulled out after a few thrusts, and slammed into her ass, ripping another scream from her throat. I was so fucking ready that it only took a few minutes of pummeling her ass before I came.

Fucking shit! I cried out as I dug my fingers into open wounds and shot my load deep into her ass. Her screams were almost continuous now, with only brief breaks to catch her breath. I pulled out and walked around her. I grabbed her hair again with my bloodied hand and pulled her head up. Look at me. She weakly raised her eyes. Tears were streaming down her face, and her lip was bleeding where she had bitten it. Are you done?

No, Master.

She tried to drop her eyes, but I pulled her hair, and she looked at me again. Honesty, Tanya, remember? Can you honestly take more?

Yes, Master. It hurts like a son-of-a-bitch, but it feels so good.

Fuck me, I whispered, and then I kissed her hard, tasting the blood from her lip. I released her hair and picked up the cane from the table. I was determined that by the time I was done with it, she would safe word. I walked in front of her and laid a quick, brutal stripe across both breasts, forcing another scream from her as blood flowed yet again. Barely waiting, I next struck the front and back of her thighs, her ass, her calves, and her shoulder blades, hitting her hard enough to draw blood each time. Then I repeated the sequence: breasts, thighs, ass, calves, shoulders, again, each strike hard enough to break skin. Her screams hadnt stopped, but she had almost lost her voice, and I could barely hear her. I walked around her to make sure she was still conscious, and she was, so I laid the cane across her breasts one more time.

Blossom, Master, please, blossom, she rasped out, and I dropped the cane. She was limp in her restraints, and I unhooked her waist chain and her feet. As I released her hands, she fell onto my shoulder, and I held her close as I walked to her bedroom, her head on my shoulder. She whimpered when I came in contact with her injuries, and I sucked in a long breath and held it to keep myself from rising to the occasion, so to speak. By the time I reached her room, she had passed out.

I laid her on the bed on her back, watching closely. She was unconscious, but her breathing was steady, and her color was good. I first put on gloves and then cleaned the blood off of her front, working slowly and making sure to get it all so that I could see which wounds needed more care than others. She had several small ones where a bead of blood slowly formed as soon as I cleaned it, but I ignored those for now. None of her wounds were gushing blood, but when I came across one that wouldnt stop once I cleaned it, I applied a hospital-grade dressing and moved on. When I was finished with her front, I applied a styptic pencil to the smaller ones, sealing them almost immediately. Then I rolled her onto her stomach and repeated the process on her back. Finally, after almost an hour, I was done. She hadnt moved much other than a few shudders, and her eyes were still closed. I switched her to her side, cleaned up her room and myself, and sat down on the bed next to her.

Tanya, I said, cupping her cheek, wake up.

It took a few more minutes of cajoling, but eventually, she opened her eyes and almost immediately closed them again with a loud groan.

I know it hurts, baby, but I need you to get up for a minute. Can you do that?

She nodded without opening her eyes, and tried to sit up without any success. I got off the bed, picked her up, and stood her on her feet. She grabbed the post of the bed, and I slowly let go, keeping my eyes on her.

Are you all right? I asked. Youre not going to fall over on me are you?

No, Sir. I can stand.

Good girl. I quickly stripped the bloody bedding off the bed and made it up with new. While she was standing, I checked the dozen or so dressings I had put on her and was pleased to see that none had been bled through. Then I reached over to her dresser and got the pain reliever and water. Open, I said, and she opened her mouth. I gave her the medicine and held the glass for her to drink. I made sure she finished it and helped her back into bed, once again putting her on her side. When she was settled, I again sat beside her. She had her hands tucked under her cheek, and she looked absolutely beautiful.

Talk to me, I said. How do you feel?

All right, Sir. She smiled slightly, and I mentally gave a sigh of relief. Dont get me wrong, I can barely move, I hurt so much, and I have to say its not very pleasant right now, but later, the aches will be exquisite.

Exquisite? I smiled and traced her cheekbone with my thumb and took a deep breath. You are truly remarkable, baby. No one has ever suffered like that at my hands and used the word exquisite afterwards. As a matter of fact, the only two women who made it to that point left me the next day.

She frowned at that. Did that bother you, Sir?

I shrugged. Not really. It just showed me that they werent really being honest with me. They held off using the safe word too long. Tell me, did you ever have the urge to safe word before you did?

She tilted her head thoughtfully. No, Sir. She smiled again. It was that last blow that did it. I knew that I was about to pass out, and I couldnt take anymore.

Hmm. I stood up and walked to her bathroom. I could feel her eyes on me as I filled the tub with cool water. I added some lavender-witch hazel oil and went back to the bed. Bath?

Tanya gingerly touched one of the dressings on her chest and flinched. What about these, Sir?

Leave them alone. Theyre waterproof.

She nodded, and I helped her off the bed. When she sank into the water, she cried out softly, but slowly settled herself. I had placed towels along the bottom and back of the tub so that she wasnt pressed directly onto the porcelain. The scents of the oils permeated the air, and she sighed.

Hungry? I asked, and then she frowned, looking completely confused. What is it? She just frowned deeper. I sat on the edge of the tub. Look at me.

Her eyes came to mine. Why are you doing this, Sir?

Doing what?

Taking care of me like this. I thought you liked to see me in pain, Sir. I thought you were a sadist.

I do and I am. I am a sexual sadist. I cant get off without pain being involved. But once my demons are sated, Im perfectly capable of compassion and even love sometimes. My sadistic urges are completely bound up in sex. I dont hurt women just because I can. I hurt them because I have to in order to climax. Im not a psychopath, Tanya. I know there are plenty of people who would disagree with that, but I dont want to keep you in continuous pain, and I certainly dont want to take things so far that I kill you. Thats why I am so happy you safe worded. Now I know what you can take, and I have to say, its far more than I expected. Do I want to hurt you again? Of course, but not tonight, and probably not for several days to come. I grinned. After all, the more healed you are, the more I can hurt you. I may even wait until you are fully healed before we visit the dungeon again.

But, Sir, that might be weeks.

True, but thats my problem, not yours. Now, are you hungry?

Not really, Sir.

You need to eat something, or youll faint on me again. How about some soup?

She smiled, and nodded. That would be nice, thank you, Sir.

I kissed her forehead and left her soaking. The oils in the water would help with the swelling, and I would later apply some arnica cream to her worst bruises. As I made the soup, I thought to myself that I may have found the perfect partner. The two women I had mentioned to Tanya, the ones I had beaten as severely, had both spent the night of their beatings sobbing and refusing to let me come near them, much less talk to them and take care of them. They had both been gone before I woke up the next morning.

I was spooning the soup into bowls when I heard a noise behind me. I looked over my shoulder and caught my breath at the sight before me. Tanya was standing naked at the end of the bar, her hands clasped behind her back, watching me. I turned around and crossed my arms over my chest, raking my eyes over every inch I could see. She had dozens of small bruises, welts, and scabs in every conceivable location. Her clit was red and swollen, as were her pussy lips. I counted the long welts covering her breasts, stomach, and legs from top to bottom, coming up to twenty-three by the time I reached her feet. There were just as many red marks that hadnt welted, or where the welt had already receded. I caught her eyes with mine, smirked, and twirled my finger in the air. She turned around, and I again counted the welts from her shoulders to her calves. Thirty-two welts and about the same number of other marks. I estimated that a full half of the welts also had bruising, and I felt myself getting hard again.

Fuck, I muttered, adjusting myself in my jeans.

Something wrong, Sir? Tanya asked, not moving.

No! I said, more forcefully than I intended. She flinched, and I set the bowls on the bar. Turn around and eat.

She did so almost timidly, and she stayed standing while we ate. We didnt speak. I think she was afraid to, and I kept having violent images flashing through my brain, including many ones with her strapped down and screaming. When we finished, I put the dishes in the sink and said, You need to rest.

Yes, Sir, she said quietly and turned to go back to her room.

Tanya, I said. She stopped. Is there anything you absolutely have to be at work for the next two days?

No, Sir. Nothing that cant wait until after the weekend. Why do you ask?

Just wondering. I stepped in front of her and then reached behind her and yanked her hair back, exposing her neck. She gasped and tensed, but then she sucked in her breath when I kissed her pulse point. I moved my lips to hers and kissed her forcefully, holding her chin tightly while crushed her hair in my fist. I really shouldnt have done that since her moans only engorged my cock further, even though I only touched her with my hands. I forced myself to release her, looked into her eyes, and said, I really enjoyed myself tonight. Thank you.

She gulped and nodded. Youre welcome, Sir. I enjoyed it, too.

Good girl, I breathed. Now, go to bed.

Yes, Sir. She took two steps before she stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. Thank you, Sir.

For what?

She smiled. For showing me my limits. Id never have known them otherwise, Sir. Then she left.

I cleaned up the dishes and then went to clean the dungeon. Normally, after a session, Id have my partner do it, but I didnt this time for two reasons. One, Tanya truly did need her rest after such an intense session, and I thought the work would calm me down. As I began cleaning up, I quickly found that I was horribly wrong about the second reason. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to finish, though, and then I stormed to my study and slammed the door. I fired up my computer and immediately clicked on one of my more extreme S&M videos. I sat in my chair, unfastened my jeans, and took myself in hand. As the images came on my thirty-four inch monitor, I stroked myself, but by the end of the half hour show depicting torture using rope and needles in addition to a bloody caning, I still hadnt climaxed. If anything, it had only given me ideas of things i could do to Tanya in our next session. I shoved the chair backward, and it slammed against the wall as I stood.

Fuck!

I went to my room and changed into gym shorts. I decided that if I couldnt punish Tanyas body anymore tonight, Id punish my own. I shut the door to the gym, put on an MCR CD, and turned it up loud. I stretched out and started pounding the treadmill when what I really wanted to do was pound Tanyas ass. Maybe if I exhausted the rest of my body, my dick would get exhausted, too. Half an hour later, after reliving the session in the dungeon in my mind, sweat was pouring down my bare chest, but I was no closer to relieving the throbbing in my cock. God damn, son-of-a-bitch! I moved to the chin-up bar, and I had completed twenty when I saw movement at the door. I dropped one hand and hung there, looking at Tanya who was standing in the doorway, staring at me.

What the fuck are you doing here? I snarled. I told you to go to bed.

I know, Sir. Im sorry, but I couldnt help thinking that something was wrong. She dropped her eyes to the floor. Did I do something to make you angry, Sir?

Not as such, I sighed, resuming my chin-ups. Yes, you did something, but not intentionally, and Im angry at myself, not you.

Why, Sir? Her eyes slowly came up, and I saw them widen when they stopped at my crotch.

Thats why, I said, dropping to the floor and moving to the weight machine. I set it to two hundred pounds and lay back. I have better control than this usually, and its pissing me off. I started lifting the weights, but I stopped when she kneeled next to the bench. I frowned at her. What the hell are you doing? Go to bed.

No, Sir.

I sat up. No? Please tell me you did not just say no to me.

I did, Sir, she said, her eyes on the bulge in my shorts. She slowly reached out and cupped my balls before trailing her fingers along the shaft. I sucked in my breath. She dropped her eyes, but continued her motions. This is my fault. Please let me help you, Sir.

Tanya… I trailed off when she slid her hand into my shorts from the bottom and grasped me tightly before sliding her hand up and down once. Fuck! I had never come from a hand job before unless it was my own, but, as Ella had said, there might be a first time for everything. Tanya, I tried again, youre hurting.

Is that a yes, Sir? Her head was down, and I couldnt see her face, but I could have sworn she was laughing at me.

I swung my feet toward her and said, Its a fucking yes. She looked up and grinned. I lifted my hips, and she slid my shorts down. I crooked my finger and pointed to the floor in front of me. She scooted over, only wincing a little. You can start, I said, leaning back on my hands, but Im going to finish. Do you understand what I am saying?

Yes, Sir, she said, and her eyes twinkled. She immediately grasped my cock again and lowered her mouth to it. I let her run her tongue up and down me, and then she took me in her mouth. After such a long time being hard, I wasnt sure how long I would last, so after a few minutes, I pulled her off.

Hands behind your back, I said. When she complied, I grabbed her head, fisting my hands in her hair. Good girl. Now dont move. Open up,I said. She stuck her tongue out and opened her mouth as wide as it would go. No fucking teeth, I said, slowly sliding in. I really dont want to have to punish you again tonight. She nodded as best she could, and I slid back out, I said, Eyes on mine. She looked surprised, but did as she was told. I took two more slow strokes and then slammed my dick into the back of her throat. She gagged, and tears came to her eyes, but she kept looking at me. I held myself in her throat for several seconds, feeling her throat muscles contracting against the head of my shaft. I pulled out when her eyes went wide, but as soon as she took a quick breath, I slammed into her again, and this time, the tears overflowed and ran down her cheeks. Fuck, yes, thats what I needed. I continued to fuck her mouth for a couple more minutes, relishing in the tears and the pain-filled groans and winces every time I hit her throat. Finally, I held my cock in her throat and threw my head back as I exploded violently. She started to gag, but I held her still. Swallow every fucking drop, I snarled, and the feel of her throat muscles against my dick drained every last bit from me. I released her, and she coughed several times before dropping her head. She moved her hands behind her neck. I stared down at her, amazed. I stood up, pulled my shorts up, and she didnt move. Tanya, were not in the dungeon. What are you doing?

I disobeyed you, Sir. Im waiting for my punishment.

Oh, baby, I said, taking her hands and drawing her up to her feet. Thank you for disobeying me. I wasnt sure what I was going to do about my little problem. I kissed her deeply, and then I picked her up, cradling her in my arms. Just dont make it a habit, I said, walking down the hall to her room, or I promise you will regret it.

Yes, Sir, she said, laying her head against my shoulder. Then she giggled.

What?

Waiting for weeks for me to heal isnt going to happen, is it, Sir?

I laughed. No, probably not. I couldnt even make it to the end of the night. I put her to bed and sat down on the bed next to her. I brushed her hair out of her face and said, Im still pissed at myself for that lack of control, but thank you very much for letting me use you like that. My dick thanks you, too.

She smiled sleepily. Youre welcome, Sir. I continued to caress her hair until she fell asleep, and then I went to bed myself.

TO BE CONTINUED…