The Price for a Night of Fun

As she stood, hands on her head, clad only in panties, shivering slightly in the chilly room, Lise cursed herself. If only she had kept her mouth shut, she would have gotten away with the whole thing. But there was something about Madame Tanya that always compelled Lise to admit her misdeeds. And so, here she stood, as so many times before, in Madame Tanya's dungeon, awaiting her punishment.

There was the smart rap of heels on the floor, and then Madame Tanya entered the room. As always, she was a sight for sore eyes. She was dressed entirely in black: high stiletto boots that laced up her calves, stockings that Lise knew must be silk, a pencil skirt that hugged her curves and a thin, sheer top that tied between her breasts and allowed an ample view of her shapely frame. Madame Tanya wasn't the stereotypical tall, big breasted amazon Domme, but she was striking. Men and women alike stared after her when she walked down the street, and when dressed as she was now, she was breathtaking. She had penetrating brown eyes that could elicit a full confession from even the most reluctant sub. Her face was round, her bone structure delicate and welcoming, but her subs knew to fear that playful half-smile when they saw it on her face. Her bowed lips inspired lustful thoughts in all who had the privilege of serving her. Her figure was soft and feminine, every line and curve perfectly placed. Madame Tanya was beautiful. And she knew it.

She walked into the room carrying a riding crop, and without greeting Lise, she applied the crop expertly to one of her ass cheeks and then the other, one of her breasts and then the other, four stinging smacks in quick succession. Lise jumped and cried out. "Good evening, Mistress," she said, reassuming her proper position.

Madame Tanya paced, catlike, in circles around Lise. Every once in a while she let the crop fall with a slap. Lise stood as still as she could.

"I hear you've been naughty again, Lise." Mistress stopped behind her sub and began to whip first one ass check and then the other in rhythmic succession.

"Yes, Mistress." Lise replied.

"And what have you done this time, you little brat?"

"I....I fooled around with a another girl, Mistress."

"Oh, I have a little bisexual subbie on my hands today, do I? Why does that not surprise me about a little hussy like you? Hands on the wall and offer, like a good little sub."

Lise stepped forward and put her hands on the wall, arching her back and thrusting out her bottom. Mistress applied the crop quickly and repeatedly to her legs and ass and then slapped the insides of her thighs so that Lise spread her feet wide apart. "Offer!" Mistress reminded her, and Lise thrust out her hips, whimpering a little as the crop began to find its mark on the delicate spot between her legs.

"I think," said Mistress, "That I'd like to have you over my knee. Come here." Mistress went to her straight-backed chair and sat down. She patted her thighs and Lise assumed her position over them. Mistress set to work warming Lise's bottom with her bare hand. "I think you must be very pink already, from my crop, what do you think?

"Yes Mistress," said Lise.

With that, Mistress grabbed the back of the black, filmy panties that Lise was wearing and wrenched them up, so the material bunched between Lise's ass cheeks. Mistress held the material tightly bunched in one hand and continued to spank with the other. Now, Lise knew why she had been allowed to leave her panties on. As Mistress spanked her and sawed the material up and down between her ass cheeks, her panties dug relentlessly into the flesh of Lise's pussy, making her wild with desire. No matter how she tried to stay still Lise couldn't help squirming in Mistress' lap

Abruptly, Mistress stopped the spanking. "Stand up," she said, and Lise did. "Take those panties off and give them to me."

Lise shimmied her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, hoping that the wetness glistening on her pussy wouldn't be visible. Madame Tanya didn't miss a trick, inspecting the panties as Lise handed them to her.

"What is that?" she asked sternly, holding up the panties to show Lise the slick spot in the crotch. "That's pussy juice, Mistress," said Lise, looking at the floor and blushing.

"Well, why is your pussy so wet already? What's wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress," said Lise

"You're a horny, greedy little whore, aren't you?

"Yes Mistress."

"What are you?"

"I'm a horny, greedy little whore, Mistress."

"Now, let's see what this little whore has been up to, shall we? asked Madame Tanya. "You're going to tell me all about what you did with this other girl."

"Yes Mistress."

"Did you touch each other's breasts? Did you suck on each other's little titties?"

"Yes, Mistress." Lise remembered with a rush of excitement the feel of that sensitive little nub of flesh in her mouth and how the other woman had jumped and cried out when Lise bit softly down on it.

Madame Tanya walked to the corner of the room and emerged with two clips attached to a chain. Nipple clamps had always been something that Lise shied away from. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and she didn't relish the thought of having them squeezed so harshly. Mistress tweaked one of Lise's nipples and laughed openly as Lise nearly jumped a mile. "Oh, this is going to be fun for at least one of us, I think," she said. She opened each clip and held them open until she ensured that they were well placed over Lise's nipples. Then she let them close and took a step back.

The effect was immediate. Lise let out a scream as a sharp pain started in both of her nipples and spread like fire into her breasts. Her scream tapered to a low moan as the pressure remained constant. Mistress picked up the crop again, slapping Lise' breasts in a lazy, uneven rhythm. Several times, she surprised Lise with a stinging slap of her open hand on one breast or the other. Then she grabbed the chain of the clamps and pulled Lise's breasts straight up before letting them bounce back down again. Lise's moan of pain was desperate.

"What's the matter my love? Don't like the nipple clamps?" Madame Tanya tugged sharply on the chain between Lise's breasts, causing her to throw back her heard and shriek.

"Does that hurt, baby?" she asked, pulling again.

"Yesssssss, Mistress." Lise wailed

"You want them off?" Madame Tanya asked

"Yes Mistress, please! Please!"

"Beg me!" she whispered wetly in her sub's ear.

"Please Mistress, please take the clamps off!" Lise pleaded. Please Mistress! Please!

"But my dear, whatever for?" Madame Tanya tugged on the chain and held it at a length that stretched Lise's nipples and make her breathless.

"Please Mistress...they're hurting! They hurt so badly! Please!``

"Awww, they're hurting your little titties, are they?"

"Yes Mistress, please. PLEASE." There was a note of desperation in her voice.

"All right, have it your way," said the Mistress, and she removed each clamp with a twist.

Lise's sigh of relief was interrupted with a howl of pain as the blood flowed back into her nipples, bringing with it another wave of sharp pain. "That's my favorite part," said Madame Tanya with a wicked smile.

Madame Tanya put the clamps down and turned back to her sub, who waited, half in anticipation, half in dread for her next move. "Up on the table now," said Madame Tanya. She patted a high, padded table that stood between four posts, each of which had a metal ring just above the height of the table. Lise climbed on, knowing she was about to be tied down. Mistress attached a leather cuff to each of Lise's arms and legs and clipped each cuff to a ring, leaving Lise with her upper legs, ass and lower back just touching the table, spread wide by the leg and arm cuffs, completely helpless.

"Is that how you spread your legs when she wanted to play with your pussy, Lise?"

"Yes Mistress." Lise answered, embarrassed.

"And did she use toys too, or only her fingers and her tongue?"

"She had toys, Mistress."

"And she fucked your pussy with a toy, didn't she?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Yeah, 'cause you're a cock-hungry little slut."

'Yes Mistress."

"What are you?"

"I'm a cock-hungry little slut, Mistress."

Mistress had opened a drawer at the end of the table, and had taken out an object that she was now putting a condom over the end of. She showed it to Lise and it was a big, thick dildo with a long handle at the base. With a glove on one hand, Mistress reached out and spread Lise's moist pussy lips, positioning the head of the dildo at the opening of her pussy. She slowly pushed it in and Lise sighed as it filled her full.

"Ooooh, look at that hungry pussy taking that huge cock. Have you ever had a cock this big in your pussy, Lise?" As a matter of fact, she had. Her last boyfriend had been horse-hung. Before she could think better of it, she told Mistress that, in so many words.

"Ah, no wonder you're taking it like a champ, you little slut." Mistress pumped the cock hard in and out of Lise's pussy. Bound though she was, Lise arched and relaxed, meeting each thrust, responding to each withdrawal.

Suddenly, Mistress stopped thrusting, but left the dildo where it was, buried to the hilt in Lise's pussy. She walked to the head of the table and released Lise's wrists before returning to the foot of the table and resuming her work on Lise with the dildo. "Rub your clit and get this cock nice and wet while I fuck you," said Madame Tanya, "but don't you dare cum. If you're going to cum, you tell me to stop.".

Eagerly, Lise reached down and began to rub her clit as the big cock continued to thrust in and out of her pussy. All too soon, she felt the telltale first clench of her muscles around the cock, and cried out quickly, "Stop please Mistress. I'm gonna cum." Madame Tanya withdrew the cock from her pussy and held it up to her face.

"Now that you've gotten it all wet, you're going to show me how you suck cock. You're going to enjoy the taste of your pussy on that condom."

As Mistress held the handle of the dildo and thrust it slightly in and out of her mouth, Lise did her best approximation of a blow job, alternating between taking the cock as deep as she could and playing around the head, licking, sucking, flicking her tongue over the tip.

"I wonder if you're as good at eating pussy as you are at sucking cock, you whore?" asked Mistress. "Did you like eating pussy the other night? Don't you dare lie, you little bitch."

"Yes Mistress." Lise admitted.

"Get up here on your hands and knees and show me how you put your face into that pussy."

Mistress had tossed a small soft pillow onto the bottom of the table in front of where she had Lise kneel. As she crawled up into position, Lise felt Mistress rubbing something between her legs, hard.

"There you go, slut. Since you like pussy so much, suck on those while I spank you." With that, Lise found her mouth stuffed with her own panties, which were sopping wet with the pussy juice that Mistress had just wiped on them. Lise could taste her own slimy juices and a hint of latex from the condom. There was a dry, choking feeling from having the panties in her mouth. What humiliation! Mistress was standing on the floor, slightly to the side of the table, and before Lise knew it, one of Mistress's hands was at the back of her head, pushing her face down into the pillow. With the panties still in her mouth. Lise turned her head slightly to one side so she could breathe, but she couldn't stop the drool that started to ooze out of her mouth around the gag. With the hand that wasn't holding her head, Mistress wielded her riding crop with surprising accuracy, considering her awkward position. The strikes weren't too hard, but any spanking would be hard to endure in Lise's position. Lise closed her eyes and moaned, counting the strokes to herself. Ten, twenty....she was a mess. She was drooling all over the place. Thirty, forty....having these panties in her mouth was really too disgusting. She could barely breathe. She started to squirm. Fifty strokes....and then Mistress let her up. "Spit them out," she said, and gladly, Lise did.

"I hope you got a reward for all that hard work, eating pussy, did you?" asked Mistress "Did she eat yours too?" Lise was almost afraid to answer yes, but she did so.

"Show me how you were when you let her stick her tongue in your little cunt," said Madame Tanya.

Lise climbed onto the table, got on all fours and thrust her ass in the air. She realized how very exposed this made her; not that she had cared the other night.

"Look at that," said Mistress, "The filthy little whore showing off everything she's got. I can see your whole soaking wet cunt and even your asshole. Did you let her lick your asshole, you dirty girl?" Afraid to defy her mistress, knowing how obvious it was, Lise answered a truthful but fearful yes. "Then what we need here is something to put in that ass. Here, lube yourself up while I find you a plug." She tossed a tube of lubricant to Lise who squirted a generous amount on her fingers and tried to work it into and around her ass hole. But when Mistress returned with the plug, she pointed to a glob of lube on the table and said, "Look, you're making a mess. Maybe you need some help. Turn around and bend over." With that, Lise heard the sound of Mistress putting on a glove, and the next moment, she felt Madame Tanya's fingers pushing themselves none too gently into her ass hole, aided by a cold glob of lube. The next thing she felt was the head of the plug that Madame Tanya was slowly pushing into her. Lise groaned as she took in the widest part of the plug, and then her hole closed around its thin neck, leaving just the base visible.

"What a nice view," said Madame Tanya as she picked up a short strap that was hanging on a nail beside the table. Lise began to count the strokes to herself again. Ten...twenty...thirty...forty....not brutally hard, but the mistress was relentless. Fifty....sixty...seventy...her ass burned and she tensed her muscles, clenching around the plug. Suddenly, the strap stopped falling. "Reach back and touch yourself," said Mistress, "And make sure you're vocal about it. I want to hear how much you liked it when she was licking your pussy and asshole." Lise went to move into a more comfortable position for such attention to herself, but Mistress said, "No, you stay right there. Just reach back and play with yourself. Do it just like the nympho you are. " As soon as Lise touched her pussy, the arm holding her up started to shake. What could she do but lay that arm beside her head, bracing herself, practically standing on her head as she greedily massaged her clit. "Oooooh," said Mistress. What a great show. What a greedy little slut."

Lise was mindless, lost in her pleasure, and before she remembered to stop herself, she was screaming out her orgasm, hips humping the air wildly as she went over the edge. She came back to herself almost immediately and realized what she'd done.

"Why, you little BITCH," said Madame Tanya. Did I give you permission to cum?" "No Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress. Once again, Mistress picked up Lise's sopping, filthy panties from the floor, and once more she wiped them through Lise's pussy, which was slick with juice. Lise opened her mouth obediently, and with the panties in place, Mistress positioned her on the spanking bench on her hands and knees, legs spread wide. This time, Lise was allowed to keep her head up.

"I'm going to have to punish this pussy for cumming without permission," said Mistress

"Yes Mistress," mumbled Lise around her panty gag. Mistress picked up a martinet with knotted tails and began to swing the short whip between her subbie's legs. Lise jumped and moaned as those little knotted tails sent pinpricks of pain to every inch of her most sensitive place. She was spread and exposed, and could do nothing but let the whip strokes fall. Knowing it could be a lot worse, she silently thanked the Mistress who punished her thoroughly but not brutally. Throwing down the martinet, Mistress said, "Spit it out, Lise" and Lise gladly got rid of her gag. "I want to hear you scream for this next part. Go over to the other table and get me the green hairbrush." Mistress sat down again in her straight backed chair.

The green hairbrush in question was a large, plastic, oval shaped brush. Lise had been punished with it before and she knew it could blister her ass in no time flat. She handed the brush to Mistress and got into position over her knee. Mistress tapped the brush once, twice, three times over the base of the plug that was still buried to the hilt in Lise's ass. The plug shifted slightly, making Lise gasp. Before she could even catch her breath, the strokes began to rain down hard and fast on both cheeks.. Lise screamed out and kicked her legs. She clenched her ass cheeks and felt her muscles squeeze around the hard length of the plug. Mistress stopped spanking and hooked one of her legs over both of Lise's to keep her still. Her rhythm was steady, her strokes were hard and Lise was near tears.

"Beg me to stop!" cried Mistress.

"Please stop! PLEASE stop, Mistress."

She didn't stop, she spanked harder. "Beg me some more."

"Please stop, Mistress! I promise never to cum without permission again! Please stop!

The strokes got even harder. Lise screamed louder. Mistress' arm did not seem to tire.

"Beg me harder," she said, "Beg me to stop!"

The brush fell again and again. Lise's ass was a deep crimson colour and still, the spanking continued. Some of the hard strokes of the brush fell on the base of the plug and Lise's body tensed still more as it invaded her insides.

Now Lise really was in tears. "Please, Mistress, PLEASE! PLEASE stop, Mistress, PLEASE!" She was desperate. She was beside herself. She couldn't take any more.

And then, Mistress did stop. She released Lise's legs and Lise slipped onto the floor, sobbing. Mistress took her by the hand and helped her up, leading her to the sofa and then sitting down beside her. "You took a lot today," she said, stroking Lise's hair. "I'm very proud of you."

"Thank you Mistress," said Lise, still sniffling. She rested her head on Mistress' shoulder. The two sat together in silence for a while, the Mistress stroking her sub's hair. Then she drew her up to a standing position, gave her a hug and said, "Go over to the table, climb up on your hands and knees. Let's get that plug out of you." Lise did as she was told, ass high in the air as Mistress grasped the base of the plug and instructed her to push it out. Lise was slightly embarrassed as she pushed and Mistress pulled and the plug slid slowly out of her hole with a little pop.

"Now, turn over on your back and spread your legs." Mistress commanded.

Lise, who had thought everything was over, looked pleadingly at her Mistress. Madame Tanya smiled. "I just want another show. You're such a sexy little piece of ass. Do you think you could cum again if I let you?" Lise grinned.

"Yes Mistress!" she said, enthusiastically, already reaching down to rub her clit.

"Well, go to it then," she said. Don't disappoint your Mistress."

And Lise didn't.