Mistress Talia: a sadistic domme

Suzanne was uncertain what she'd done to cause Chris to be so furiously angry with her.

But she didn't even consider that, rather she immediately knelt before him, hands clasped behind her back, head bent forward, in her traditional method of greeting him.

Chris responded to her greeting by grabbing her by the hair, lifting her head, and slapping her across the face with the back of his hand.

Chris might be "really" a woman, but he hit as hard as any man.

"You slutty bitch!" he roared at her, as the tears welled in her eyes.

As he released her hair, she fell forward and began licking his boots between her sobs. And she began to apologize for what she thought her transgression was.

"I'm sorry I didn't greet you, Sir," she sobbed, "I was distracted and didn't hear you come in."

"You stupid bitch!" he roared, as he lifted his foot and kicked her in the ribs, sending her sprawling across the floor.

She lay sobbing as he walked over to her and lifted her head, "Did I not tell you I had plans for your virginity? And here I catch you masturbating! You could've ruined your hymen!"

Between sobs that racked her whole body, Suzanne managed to spit out that she had never inserted anything, just played with her clit.

She didn't dare look up to see if Chris was mollified by this, she just lay curled into a fetal position and crying on the floor.

After a few minutes, he said, "Get up," to her in a quieter voice.

She returned to her knees, pushing the hair back out of her eyes, but being nude, she had nothing to wipe the tears and snot from her face.

"While I'm gratified that you haven't ruined yourself, you need to understand that your sexuality belongs to me. When did you last have an orgasm?"

"When I was humping your leg, Sir," she replied.

"Good girl," he said, "Orgasms are a reward for appropriate behavior, I will let you know when you may have one." Relief washed over her at his words.

"But still," he continued, "even touching yourself without my permission is a violation of my property. You do understand you're my property, don't you?"

"Yes Sir," she replied meekly.

"Good. This transgression must be punished, you understand?"

She gulped, swallowing her fear, and replied, "Yes Sir."

"Do not reply any further," he said, "Since you have acted like a bitch, you will become a bitch for the next week."

He walked to the back of the cave and came back with a few furs. "Lift your right leg," he commanded.

Confused, but afraid to speak, she simply obeyed. He tied a fur around her leg, then repeated it on the other side. Then he tied furs around her hands.

"You will not speak, though whimpering or barking may be allowed. You will remain on all fours and nude, even when going outside to the bushes. In fact, you will not go out except on a leash."

And with those words, he attached clips to the nipples on each of her tits. There was a chain between the clips, to which he attached a leash.

She was utterly mortified as he said, "Come on, bitch, let's go for a walk."

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