Mistress Talia: a sadistic domme

It had been a week since she'd first asked Chris to use her, and Suzanne could barely sit, she was sore inside and out. He was out checking the traps, and she considered her situation as she completed the daily chores.

There were bruises on her ass from the brutal spankings, which were nearly always followed by rough and forceful sodomy. This had been repeated since his first use of her.

Unfortunately, the orgasm she'd experienced humping his leg had not been repeated. Suzanne blushed at the thought of it.

His use of her was always rough, always painful, and he seemed to gain the most pleasure from her cries and screams. While she didn't hope for the pleasure to be repeated, she did wonder if there wasn't a way to reduce the amount of pain she was experiencing, at least to give her bottom a rest.

Chris had said that he was reserving her virginity. He hadn't explained what that meant exactly, but it seemed to imply the sodomy was going to continue.

A shocking thought occurred to her. She could barely believe she was thinking it.

She had once overheard an inappropriate conversation between some men in town, about a year ago. She remembered them talking about a prostitute that had used her mouth on them.

She wondered about that. It seemed a rather disgusting idea. On the other hand, her mouth was a lot wider than her bum. It'd be significantly less painful if she could somehow divert him to using her mouth rather than her bottom.

She dismissed the idea as simply too horrible to contemplate, but it kept returning throughout the afternoon, like a loose tooth that you can't help but wiggle in spite of the pain.

When Chris returned home, she knelt before him in the "presentation" position and welcomed him with a quiet "Good evening, Sir." He acknowledged her with a pat on the head and dismissed her. He sat in his chair by the fire as she hurried to plate his dinner and present it to him.

All through his meal, as he occasionally dropped tidbits to the floor for her, she continued thinking about the horrifying idea. When he finished eating, she removed his plate, then knelt before him in a supplicating position, her head pressed down to the ground between his boots.

He looked down on her trembling naked body and asked in an amused tone of voice, "What do you want?"

"If it pleases you, Sir, I was hoping you might consider teaching me to please you with my mouth."

He made no reply. As she waited, she felt fear grow inside her. Perhaps being so forward had angered him?

She lifted her head slightly and began licking his boots.

He allowed her to continue for a few minutes, then he grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head to look her in the eye.

"You're turning into quite the slut to make such an impertinent request," he said. He sounded amused, not angry.

"Yes Sir," she agreed, relief flooding her.

He unbuttoned his pants and removed his equipment and she was confused.

Before her was not a live male member, but a piece of wood carved to resemble one, attached with several leather straps.

"You're a lady!" she exclaimed.

Chris threw her to the floor and got up and swiftly left through the back entrance of the cave. When he returned a few minutes later, he was carrying a long wooden branch about an inch thick.

Swiftly, she returned to her presentation position, knees spread, chest thrust forward, wrists held behind her back and offered the standard greeting.

"It won't be a good evening for you, you stupid slut," Chris replied darkly.

Chris grabbed her by the hair and bent her backwards and began beating her breasts with the stick. She screamed and squirmed, but didn't dare raise her hands to protect herself.

"Does that feel like a 'lady' beating you?" he asked sarcastically.

"No Sir, no Sir, I'm sorry, Sir, please forgive me, Sir," she wailed.

Again, he threw her to the floor.

"I am NOT like you," Chris went on sternly, "You are a useless slut, needing to be rescued, needing someone else to take care of her. I work, I support myself, I do not sell my pussy to the first jerk that comes along."

She did not reply, simply lay at his feet shaking and sobbing.

"Present," he said, and she quickly got back to her knees, tears streaming down her face.

"So you want to be a good little cocksucker, do you?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," she replied a bit uncertainly.

"Well, you're inexperienced and won't be any good, except to use for deep-throating, you stupid cunt."

He grabbed her head in both hands and proceeded to jam the wooden cock down her throat, again and again.

She gagged repeatedly, tears continuing to stream down her face as she struggled to gasp for breath on his out strokes. After a few minutes of this choking punishment, she vomited.

He threw her aside again, "Guess you're not even good for that, you disgusting slut. Clean this mess up."

She hurried to obey, fearful and confused. When she completed the task, Chris was sitting in his chair again and seemed somewhat calmed down.

"OK, let's start the lesson a bit gentler this time. Lie down face up on your bed," he commanded.

She did so, looking straight up at the ceiling, waiting with fearful anticipation.

He stood over her and she saw he had removed his pants and the wooden cock. She was looking up at a female's privates, more directly than she'd ever seen before.

Chris squatted over her and commanded, "Lick."

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