Mistress Talia: a sadistic domme

As she did the dishes, Suzanne mused that she really didn't understand how she'd gotten here. It had been a week since she'd offered her virginity to Chris. Yet, she was still a virgin, and she still slept alone in her own bed. But she was naked nearly all the time and she spent an awful lot of time on her knees too.

Chris had instituted a number of rules. First, he'd taken over control of all her private functions, so she had no privacy at all, except when he was out checking his traps. She was no longer allowed to visit the bush outside. She used a small bucket, and had to ask his permission before using it. And he watched her.

This was such a small thing, but it made her feel naked all the way to her core, much more naked than her simple nudity was.

A second rule was that when he came home, whatever she was doing, she was to cease immediatly, and kneel before him in the "presentation" position he'd taught her. Sometimes he fondled her breasts, once he even touched her between her legs. But most often, he just grunted a greeting and dismissed her.

The disturbing thing was, she felt like even when he touched her, it was more of a chore than from any desire. She got the impression he didn't even want her.

Dinner involved new rules as well. A week ago, she'd always sat on the floor during dinner, because there was only one chair. Now she presented him his food on a plate as she knelt before him, her own plate empty on the floor before her, waiting whatever scraps he deigned to drop to her.

He treated her more like a dog than a woman. She blushed crimson at the thought of it.

But the humiliation wasn't the worst of it. The part that really was causing turmoil was the feeling that he didn't want her, that she was not pleasing to him. She was obeying him to the best of her ability and it just wasn't good enough.

Her eyes filled with tears at the thought and she wondered how things had changed so profoundly in her that fear of losing her virginity had changed to despair at it not being wanted.

She was startled by a sound at the front of the cave, he was arriving home unexpectedly early. She put everything down, turned around, and knelt into position rapidly.

Chris approached, cupped her face in his hand, and asked, "What are you crying about?"

"I... I... I was feeling badly that I am not pleasing to you, Sir."

"What made you think that?"

"Well, you haven't used me yet, sir."

"You're quite attractive with tears in your eyes, did you know that?"

"Ummm... no Sir."

He released her, walked to the chair and called her, "Come here."

She crawled on her hands and knees towards him, "Stand up, bend over my lap."

She obeyed him and was startled to feel pain on her ass. Instinctually, she covered her ass with her hands.

"No," he said, "don't protect yourself. I want to hurt you."

The spanking went on and on, his small, hard hand slamming into her again and again. She yelped with each stroke.

Then his hand spread her legs apart, and reached between them to touch her cunt. She realized to her shame that she was hot, wet and aroused.

"I rather think you enjoyed that, you little slut." She blushed at his words.

Stand up and put one leg on either side of mine. Now squat down and put your cunt on my leg."

Mortified, she obeyed his words. With one hand, he grasped her wrists behind her back. With the second, he grabbed her hair, lifting her head so her face was only inches from his, looking him directly in the eye.

"Now rub yourself, get yourself aroused on me. Move."

She began slowly, scared of her own feelings. As the heat built up in her, she began to move more rapidly.

It occured to her that he was turning her into a slut.

He let go of her wrists and slapped her across the face hard.

"I'm sorry, Sir," she cried.

"Sorry for what?"

"I don't know, whatever angered you, Sir."

"I'm not anrgy. I'm not punishing you. Your pain pleases me. Just as your pleasure pleases me. I didn't tell you to stop moving."

She began writhing again, grinding herself into his pants leg. He continued holding her head up by the hair, but his other arm went behind her and began spanking her ass some more.

"You like that, my little slut?"

"Yes Sir," she whimpered.

Another few minutes passed, with her continuing to rub herself against him and he continuing to spank her ass as she did. And then "OH!" she exclaimed, and closed her eyes.

"Look at me," he commanded, and as she opened her eyes, she felt the fire in her explode.

He smiled at her, "Good to know you're not frigid," he said. He stood, still holding her by the hair, then bent her over the chair.

"This will probably hurt a good deal," he said and she felt his hand parting her buttocks and then felt the head of his cock probing her.

She screamed as he entered her, partially in pain, but partially at the shock of realization that he was not taking her virginity, but rather sodomizing her.

She squirmed, fighting to get away, but he knelt on to her back, pinning her there, impaled on his cock as he rammed it in her again and again.

"No, no, no, please no! Please stop!" she screamed, and got no response but the horrid thing ripping into her relentlessly, again and again.

When he finished using her, she lay across the chair sobbing and shaking all over.

"Present yourself," she heard behind her.

It took her a moment to get off the chair, get down on her knees, and face him. He had buttoned his pants already.

"Good girl," he said patting her head, "Now, get some lunch for me."

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